Thursday, March 6, 2014

Societal Suicide

Effervescent forever bubble
Journies to the center of my mind
Double time dub-step
Marching cadence over rhyme
We sign language side-step
The slender body over dressed
Like she doesn't know
My Sunday best
Is what she slept in late last night
Her teeth are perfect
No overbite
Frightened eyes like she just might
Get a little wild tonight
Knock that ball right out of sight
Perfect height; model thickness
But her pumps are where the bills at
We sat there staring at her
Like a flashing neon sign
She perfect by design
But ask her what's inside
The clinical divide
Thoughts of suicide
No flashing neon sign
Take a wide angle lense
From the corner of her soul
See the kind of thoughts here
Taking control
Small white pills
Mark their territory
Five story window
Never high enough
Her mental got her rough
She's been polishing her bluff
They just don't focus enough
Beyond the physical line
She's begging for one
To look into her eyes
See beyond the easy to surmise
She don't feel
So perfect inside

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