Her chest cavity, empty and bare
Hollowly echoes her sinners song
Her fingers trace each veins direction
Her eyes are shiny with empty glare
The air whispers and whistles through
Its pitch is painful, muffled, hushed
Her hope is crumpled, discarded waste
The flowers decay where they once grew
Her head hangs heavily bowing down
Her hair grows wildly, an untamed mane
Her nails are dirty, her face unclean
She dances alone in her soiled gown
The velvety curtains hold out the light
Darkness absorbs her unified mind
The floors are stripped, cold and bare
The walls are wrecked with turmites
The embers are burning, on their last breath
Glowing in shame, darkly masked
Smoke hovers, lowly curling
The grave is empty, shallow in depth
Her body flinches, vulnerable, unclothed
The catacombs echo a violent song
Her fingers trace the secret sketches
Her soul rips, an uneven tear
