Her

just bored, and felt like writing

She drinks to forgett to feel the pain of his memory

To bleed her soul into a bottle

Wicked and fiery and innocent and vacant

A flame to dance by no comand

 

She tastes the tears that she ignores

To hide her empty, meaningless exsistance

Wild and breezy, cunning and mechanical

She pretends to not remember her numbness

 

Like a pet without a master- she wonders aimlessly

Broken down and lost with no more stories to tell

Used up and spit out and never to be new

Just a body walking in the street

Without a meaning, without a soul

 

Strangers pass her by, and no one notices her

Invisible to everyone, except herself

Living in pity, dancing in the past

Of a time worth living

A time worth remembering

 

A time where she was a queen, and he was her king

Were they laid in eachothers arms with the world at there feet

A time before the war, before she lost her king to the darkness

 

Not the darkness of death, no

She drinks to forgett to remember the pain

Of welcoming home a man

Who left his soul with the war

And came back as empty as she is now