Pain, she is
Excruciating sorrow plagues the mind
Gnawing at her own heart to justify...
While you lived in a more self inflicted kind

She see this...
Repetitive mixing of mortar
Disassociate digging of dirt
Kept in precise ratio, as high as deep

No allowable points of entry
Yet, no way out, around, through
Labeled, boxed, and locked away
A hedonistic prison

What you see she has no way of knowing
Contradicted reactions presented always
Confusing the branching paths, sandy lines
Your heartstrings to her, tied the tongue in silence

As she spoke of everything but...
A stolen voice, she has
Reserving it always for when it was to late, far beyond lost
Crossing the needs, those desire, out with her blood

As yours was always speckling the walls
Drip dropping in trance-d out paces across the floor
While the auditory shadows danced
The invisible footprints heightened your paranoid awareness

Was there anything ever really there
Maybe it’s all in the head
Maybe tucked under the floorboards, dementedly
Could be just a game between the sickness and final death

As it is getting louder within you
thump, Thump, THUMP
Will you implode
Without a chance to ever...

So much softer within her
THUMP, Thump, thump
Will she grind herself to dust inside her thoughts
Becoming nothing more than her unspoken words