Woman of the Wasteland III of III
From ruined halls of a corrupt little apartment
I flee with my children, trailing after me
No more the hard hand of hate
On my back or deciding my fate
No more crack n ruined dishes
No more wishes lost in these wasted lands
Of iron n rust, from him I run,
Run chasing these wishes
The air is choked with dust, toxic things, sharp
Stormy is the sky, a bruised, blue-blackened eye
Of ash n brutal grays of dying flesh hung to dry
By an indifferent god, fire n lightning flicker, high
Lances here, there reflected in my watery eyes
The rumble of the engine is felt in my bones
Drilling deep into my soul
Litter drifts like ghostly figures
Across this broken road
Grayed-out lines of fuzzy imagery, memories
No more washing dishes, cracked n ruined sharp
No more cuts, bleeding my life away
No more wishes draining into the perpetual dark
I flee from the bitter stairs
The cold innuendos
The hurtful fingers on broken flesh
I remember when I used to wash our dishes,
Watching, wishes drain away into oblivion
Staring into the thousand-mile void
Watching my children playing in broken things
Thoughts fly across a sky of emptiness, framed
In a city of ruined skyscrapers, stretching, reaching
Burning cars cracked windows, parking lots
Reflecting flickering neon bars
Shadows grow as children run in play
Under a dreadful moon drifting
Under cloud shrouded misery
In ashen doom, I flee to anywhere but here
An icy light, growing cold, tracing all in silver
As I wash these dishes
I count my last wishes, as I sit here behind this wheel
Deep in my bones, my soul is aching to be free
Tears of relief stream, my children in the backseat
Silent they are, I know not where we’re going
In this bleak and ruined landscape
In this Wasteland of forgotten lives
Fading dreams
Fallen glories…
All I feel is the rumble of this old engine
The numbness of the wheel
Fighting the white monotonous line, but...
…I am free…
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