Sarina
By sidewinder
She speaks with her eyes, Defies with lies, No... tries to despise love gone wrong, In song, Not long... before death traps, Grasps... Falling perhaps she sees eyes disease, As she dances, prances life's foul romances... Dead, Strange head, lead to be fed to fire... conspire to life's hell, sickly spell, A knell of pain... Rain, So insane like her name, Sarina, Ballerina on codeine, A fallen star, Far beyond the rim, Give in, Begin to define the live reality, Finality, And find behind life's blindness, An evil, Dishevel and fall, And at last the past, Rest like the best, and send her to the end, her life, All strife, A knife, ....it's over, But is it? Touched in that soul life crosses over and over and over, Doomed until those mistakes made... repaid, Lessons learned, Or are they? Tears fall, Touched in that heart that's been mauled, dreams shattered within the clatter varied within the spiral dance, A circle within like an echo touched plain in pain, Where will it end? Could it be that she see's only where some dream? Dec. 1, 2001 Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 03:21 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn angst
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"She speaks with her eyes,..."