Virginal Queen

Bone fragile lady enemies extract from intact verbs of communication. Words are blinding the need to gain a constant heartbeat for balance. Needles bridge the thumb like colors walking on air caught between the sky and dust. Pots bubbled drugs and madness enveloped a shell made for sad eyes sold riding a camel's back soft swift bee screamed to the yellow sun will you listen to the rain and maybe your creation can be fluid instead of a brick for the insane. The mirror, glass for deadly addictions, a memory blasting killer's breath and my feet are cold I can't break free from the sack. Held onto your arm a balloon circus fair red changed to purple your time spent beyond repair. Damaged minds. Destroyed love. Ending fast doll's dove. I beautified you a vision for laughter. Your image was complete no wall to bruise the eternity after. Run away to last night your grave by the wind of twilight. Bone cracked smiles distance repeats. Down inside the grave to the dust of an angel's grief. The anger was always my tear saying goodbye. You treated this balloon sold like a sky wants to die. Pure and out of focus destiny dreams alive. Too young to know any better and too young to try. Buried holy and broken. Doll, I will remember the voice, help me, I don't want to die. True! God takes the few. It is only words through the wind and advice has no choice to win bones wicked from torture's deceit. Winter snow autumn’s belief to call you home drug trigger bullet silent seed. Dream alone. Grow with the dead. Virginal queen glass of rich grass. Bleed your air is alive.