our last is your death

wires in seclusion
up the creek in her blue dress
smile the rose from death
when the sky came crashing down
and the lies starting filling in
brains talking without shoes
her eyes met the end of it
and all her friends pushed her in
swallowed her up

tyranny through sheets
braves and patriarchs roaming
her legs open
the feeling starts to leave
out on the window ledge
is her only answer
looks up at the ceiling
which seems to be falling in

adjusted the tunings
made her lipstick dark red
the colour of blood
the colour of love
brought her down to the ground
left the others
her friends got up and waltzed
twisted fingers straighten
her lies are coming true

purpose without a choice
just have to say it
to scream within the light beam
and into her eyes
her only assurance
the truth speaks out every syllable
as her body is crumbling in
into pieces

-winston campbell-