In the shadows there is talk
Of love leaked in gleams
Of pipes that the whispers sought
In the pale moon’s seams

Behind locked doors she kills
Her doll’s lips cracked raw
Dreams choked with green dollar bills
Chaos beckons, her lonesome law

And yet in front of you she smiles
A smile so tender and warm
You wouldn’t know she lay for miles
A bitter peroxide spike being born

She knew of the world, she knew of people
Savages at their very best
Hiding inside their church’s steeple
Their guns well and truly blessed

She could tell you of the light
And how it cast its illusions
For light, it blinded with a painful bite
And they thought of how it blissed of infusion

She sparked too soon
She burned too bright
And in the end,
She was darkness.