THIRTEEN NEEDLES IN HER HEART

Lost in the deepest shadowed trees
Among dead and rotting leaves.
Can she see past the fallen
Or live her life among the fleas?
A half life that is drained and void,
Besieged by the horrors of Troy,
A grieving beauty in dismay,
Afraid of the first step from the grave.

Will she choose to break the rules,
And set on her own path?
Become unglued from the tomb
Give into the wrath?

Feeling at home in the night
Shunning away from the light,
Eating pills of splendid peace
And take her to new heights.
To live a life behind the veil
And numb the things that she feels.
Fornications with shadows,
With no soul for her to sell.

Will she move across the room
To look into the silver glass?
See who looms inside the gloom
To be set upon the lash.

Eighteen years full of eighteen steps
That lead to thirteen needles in her heart.
Tattooed skin on tattered flesh,
Cutting does its job until death does his part.

The chalky taste is so sweet,
And pills are downed like treats,
The blood wells on the skin
Bringing the peace that she seeks.
Fantasies for those who care,
To listen to the nightmare she shares.
Just one lonely flame in the night
To convince her that she has a life.

Eighteen years full of eighteen steps
That lead to thirteen needles in her heart.
Tattooed skin on tattered flesh,
Cutting does its job until death does his part.

Will she soon look to the moon
With no fear in her eyes?
String the loom across the doom
Forge the path
For the lady of the flies.