Strength

Walking strong going nowhere
The clock tics at her pace
Remembrance of her is all that lingers
The skin she's in has no place
With finger tips and mallet grips she destroys the fear that she can't concur
Trying to find a place where everything's okay again
A place to sit and ponder and just stay somber
Reflections of things come to pass its coming fast what else is next to loose control
Within herself you'll find strength
Oh but wait
The other day she was telling herself just to fade away screaming nothing ever seems to change no one ever seems to listen to what she has to say
So contrite
F*ck it
Who needs those thoughts anyway
Shades of white and black looking back at all the things that made her what she is today
Trying to find a resolution to this conquest
As conflicts bang together like chips of flint in the night making sparks in the mind for perseverance
Within a creative nature she paves the way making words penetrate
In her essence there is brilliance
Unscathed pathways
Orgasmic blast of self denomination steady pacing facing what's within
Its sheer phychosis
Quite sinister yes
But its the little things like this that puts her to the test
Giving her a chance to find her best swearing she'll never be like the rest
And who would have ever guessed
She is intelligent
Making things that truly do not matter
Relevant
All that's looking back is her past as she castraights the negative and stays a steady course speaking words with such force that even the simpilest of minds will ha e to question misconception resurrection of self affection
Sometime it just gets the best of us
Blood by pleading not to go insane
With voices that speak words that feed the pain
How can she sustain a level head
Reality check
She's already dead.