With her finger, she inches you close
Come take a walk is her invitation
Would you dare or maybe recoil?
Too timid and fainthearted
Seeing her reflection upon the pools below
A dark pond to mirror her moonlight
Noticing she was as wild as her beauty
Yet, she was who faded in the light of others
Watching as her mouth opened, taking a breath
Experiencing a voice that was hollow and sad
Relating she was more comfortable in the shadows
While swimming in the river like a fallen star
Standing back, a foots distance
Just who is she, this girl
Just where did she come from
And how did she end up here?
Looking above, feeling the scorching heat
The sky hung like a bleached out sun
Concrete sweltering under her feet
Her muscles protested as she moved
Seeing the pain in her hollowed out eyes
Ones that have been pecked continually
She was only a black cloud
A spray of mist, nothing more
Feeling as if she's pulled you in, you accept
Understanding what her eyes are feeding you
She's trapped within a foggy ground
Between forgetting and living
Never did she want to be judged
Never did she want to be construed
Never did she want to inconvenience
Never did she think of the consequence
Dreams, fluid and silver - gone
Refusing to hide like the moonlight
Accept this moody, dark weed
The girl with ink on her skin.
©2004
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"A muse can never hide everything, they're bound to spill over.
Written words in ink are permanent and that's where I'll be - behind them."
~Girl*with*Ink~
releasing her muse through liquid |
