Secret Sketches

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