She Is Free

Rip through the skin, there she is again.

Fallen to her hands and knees, she looks at the mess she has made on the floor. Burgundy river reflects the mask on her head. She finally sees through the blinded eye.

To be loved is all she wished from the daisy petals, in spite of her vengeance. She wanted to be seen, heard and felt.

Kept without fickle.

She needs love, but it's too late.

Going into the manic, her heart and arms are heavy... her mind is in a panic.

Sliver haze of razor hits the floor, she stares in numbers.

Numbness to frantic

Her soul will rise, friends will sympathize

For a minute with their roses

Shade of white for their noses

Skin parted, she feels

Through her eyes of Onyx, this life she hides and leaves.

She is free

She is free

Kept in the box

She is free