the end
I see a city
next to the forest
beside the desert
were they say the wild things roar
From my glasses
pink, blue sad colors do swirl
and the fear begins to bound
from the chest
kept locked for hundreds of years
of a girl who never knew
she held the secrets of the darkness
to cold, she wept alone
she stepped to the edge
knowing that god would save her soul
it was a Tuesday
morning 1955
the telegram read a sad tale
to be played on the evening news
"wasn’t it deranged of her
wasn’t it queer of her
what a terrible way to die"
she still laid there
with a drop of god forgiven blood on her cheek
awakened by the sunshine
of a world she never new
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