Life Remains Cold.

In the face of shame you take the stage. You make her want to sever her skin. Watch the blood trickle down her arm and slowly down her index finger. Wipe the tears from her eyes. How much more can she grasp for? Totally alone. She keeps you alive in her head. Others come and go but can never get as close as the dark knight once did and is still living there. A love that never dies.. Distraction plays its role. She tries to push the rest of her tears out. It is like waiting for a rain drop in a drought. She is all cried out but why won't she let you go?

Maybe its not you at all. You have awaken something inside her and now she won't bow down to any caller. Bobbing and weaving through everyone hoping what she is looking for is out there. The cards lay as they will and there is no end in her future. Who's skin will she fit into. Whispers in the rain. Lonely and abandoned.

Her heart remains empty but she is suffocating with the way she is living. Every day is a time trial. Hopefully she can hold her head high enough till March. She can't be a hole that is filled. It has never been a role she decently plays. She is never good enough for what is here but at the same time she doesn't want to give up her virtues. The road remains with barriers. Life is revolving all around and hopefully she can jump right in.