Sta.sh
Sore throat, headache.
Skin peels in white flakes.
Sour icing on a dry cake.
The sun dips behind the hills.
Deep inhale, swallow pills,
and the whole world stands still.
Angry father,
ignored daughter,
just keep your head
above the water.
Minutes pass, silent phone.
Always away, always alone,
answer me, dead tone.
Only time can tell.
She's doing real well,
in her hell,
she throws herself down
a wishing well.
Tonight,
I'll fly with my bride,
all dressed in white.
She says she is going nowhere,
trapped in one long nightmare,
scratching, ripping out hair
but no one cares.
She says, she goes to sleep crying,
all the secrets and lying,
pounding in her head like sirens.
And she thinks the worst things
happen to the best people.
She's just at the bottom of a valley,
or cornered in some dark alley.
There are no angels on her shoulders,
they're all gone.
When she closes her eyes,
she'll run into a pitch black place,
and wake with tears streaming down her face.
And it is too foggy way out there
for God's eyes to see.
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