Water seeps out of every crack there is
a waterfall, a stream
weathering away at the mask she
carefully made
Her hair is spun
Floating, like a comet
carefully arranged
around the face
that she keeps in the shadows
shying away from the light
that will show who she truly is
Through the rain
the train's light
bounces off the metal rails
that she sits upon
a song
that she cannot sing
is in the air
A song
that will sing
her to sleep
a sleep that will not awaken
and forever
she will walk
this maze
A song
convincing her that the darkness
is just a warm embrace
rather than a dark cave
Her heart is made of glass,
carefully broken in between the layers
to create art
To be written and erased
upon that cracks that won't go away
to cover up
with layers
That chokes her, that holds
her
because nobody else
will
because nobody else
can
And the furrows and rivers
of her skin
that flows, and changes
with each emotion that is bred
To hide from her
but to show from within
Long since forgotten
lost ever since