The Ease of Her Mind

The ease of her mind Presently in decline As she knows we follow her move She can feel your shame As she heeds your pain While her ghost of past sails through She can play this game While you pray her name As her silence will shun your groove She will sit and wait And add to your hate While the white in your face shines true If you scream out her name She answers with blame And points the finger at you Killing time with her mind Ending yours in true kind Her fingers run down your face so blue As you hold your breath And pray now for death She will allow you and say its past due Forgive her bloody spit And to you she only sits And waits for your words to come true As the gate opens wide Delivering a horses stride You must kneel on the golden pue And pray to your God Who is dead in her pod For she is now the one who comes through