Dread

Dizzy and into dead, cemented tears The cryptic girl burying her hopeless fears Burying herself alive, She smells the brown, rotten Earth She smells death and misery She smells the scent of hatred in all corners She tried to go above the grass and scream She tried and tried And all she heard was death bells ringing No one knew- It wasn't her fault Her voice grew weaker- She could not talk She became " The Anomie" She lost her utopia, woe, and fantasy She lost everything She's null to every pace she makes Everyday, she buries herself Then come out in the enigmatic dusk As she loved to smell Earth's malodorous pot Meaningless meanings - she saw tears on a book They were pictures of a philistine lover- A dead man never looked