She sits alone beside the graves ignoring the ghosts that clamor for her attention
Begging for just a small taste of the light she holds within her, or of the darkness
Seeking refuge in the madness of her smile, and the sanity in her voice of reason
Pointing at the sky making note of how it reminds her of the breeze and of misery

He's staring up at the stars, tracing outlines of figures and faces
Watching clouds cover the sun and her eyes, she smiles, she smiles
Whispering into his ear, tickling his mind with thoughts of angels
Demons with tattered bloody wings, she smells sweetly of sorrow

She sighs, sinking into the sweet escape of suffering, brilliant shades of violet and gold
Pushing needles through careless tongues and strings holding puppets, severing the ties
Letting dolls become crushed under her feet, holding in her hands their gasping lungs
Breathing life into their still formed faces, giving eyes the thoughts to blink, or to cry

He's kissing scars beneath her palms, poison flowing in her veins
Seeping into words that infect his heart, "troubled boy…" she laughs
Gazing without pause up at the birds that fly and break their wings
On the wind, or on the rocks, falling with her cynical wishes, destroyed

Through the glass she watches a child die, lending her hand to guide him to rest
A bullet bitten and swallowed of words that should have been uttered but failed
To shatter the silence, they beg for solace in the arms of the angel carved of stone
Stretching her wings for the moon, she walks with palms turned to catch dreams

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