Lip gloss covered cigarettes,
Broken bottles on the floor,
Powered mirrors with cracks,
No one can guess;
What we're doing next,
Lost keys and the runaway time,
Silent little noises of ghost,
The woods shadowed by the sun,
Screaming muted voices,
Those that cry for attention,
Look at all of the blood,
Unread books, words disappear,
Walls crave words in paint,
No one can see but us,
The cold we wake to,
Just loves the air outside.
~*~Beth~*~