Complexity

Raw human emotion is shown tonight As the clock ticks in its hyperbole of time The broken hands and frail hearts are left to fix this But this call is nothing more then a dial tone And life slips through her vulnerable fingertips Tonight will be the last for this crazy brute; this nightmare Right now she may take her last breath The virgins pale skin becomes translucent as her soul creeps out of her body This tormented mind searches for ease But eternal slumber is the only option left No sedative can offset or suppress This undeniable pain that has poisoned her soul