She can't close her eyes anymore Years of red-blooded memories have left her mind In the darkroom full of her undeveloped thoughts And feelings and hurt that she failed to disband Like the final notes of that song; the one that every Time it plays her skin burns where the Acid of so many stung her before; Wasps relentlessly buzzing and beating; Vibes with the rhythm of her favorite things and A bass that makes her heart clench and her vision cloud And her toes curl into the arches of her feet The arches of her back - broken in the dimly lit Darkrooms, because one could not possibly Contain it all- all of everything, everyone, everywhere; Even when they're gone, they're still there; Behind closed walls - eyelids - fluttering like her heart and Her head, or her bed which has yet to have A tired soul to comfort; There will always be something else to comfort her There will always be something to draw her away from rest There will never be quiet There may never be an end She will never be over