Her Peace.

Her heart beats slow
                         as days go by.
She passes through people indifferently
                         as indifferently as you swatting a fly.
Her mind wanders through the white walls of her brain
                         as the echoes of the voices keep her sane.
She feels numb with what the pain pills offer
                         as she feels the intriguing relief of plain.
                                         Is this right?
                                         Am I leading a good life?
Her mind blows these questions away like dead leaves in the wind.

She doesn't worry with the pain pills zen.

Her beautiful peace offerers to keep her high
She smiles as she lay in her bed, as she stares at her empty ceiling.
She lets out a sigh.
And oh, finally.
Finally, she flies.