There she lay in a pile of delusion.
Pulled under by the current situation
and smothered beneath real time reality.
She's full of past and present illusions.
it isn't as easy as you might think
Breaking down her stone built walls
at the end she's bleeding fast
as her dreams fall down the sink.
she screams , in a color so gallant
she cries to the man in the moon
she laughs herself to oblivion
she hates the ever present challenge.
Cold and alone she's warmed by the dying night
upon awaking she follows the morning star
into the day of new found freedom
She'll go it alone this time with out a fight.
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