There is nothing worse than having so much to say and not being able to say a word of it.
Because someone out there wants to twist your words.
And make you sound like a monster.
She walks among the living
Her hands quivering and pale
Nobody sees
How soon her heart will fail
With elegance and ease
She delivers quite the tale
Of dissonance and gloom
With her spirit oh so frail.
She lies among the departed
Peaceful blank and bare
No one will recover
The world she’d hoped to share
With faltering grace and calm
No corpse shall ever compare