The Lonesome Stranger

Dressed in white ready to kill, Long deep holes need to be filled. Giving the knife a final twist, The girl inside needs to be kissed. Her heart is slowly caving in, Confusion hurts like a terrible sin. Feeling loved in many ways, Walking through a long, dark maze. Invisible tears down her face, People are always on her case. Running away but never moving, The pains so bad it’s becoming soothing. Bottle of beer in her hand, Burying problems in the sand. Keeping herself in her cave, Rest in peace upon her grave.