A Coffin

She’s building it

Unknowingly

Through words and liquid

Has the toxin replaced her blood?

Does she not see she’s falling apart?

Like a decaying zombie in the sun

But has her heart rotted too?

Moldy from misuse and abuse-

Has it made her numb?

It has certainly made her dumb

The words that spew from her mouth

Foul, fiery, fearsome

Made only worse by the poison

Nonstop she goes, like a pendulum

Back and forth but never forward

Can’t you see them?

Falling away like leaves on an autumn tree

Of course you cannot, you're blind

It’s stripped away any vision of love, hope, or happiness

Chasing that unreachable butterfly

Don’t you know that’s no butterfly?

For its wings are blackened, face pale and white

It holds a silver scythe as she draws ever near,

She’s building it

But does she know?