there's a sad lady in my brain
with tears running down her cheek.
her lips are full with dark red stain,
but her spirit reamins weak.
she cries for help, but don't we all?
love is what we seek.
her skin is tender,
and its damp with salt -
its salty as the sea
but all that she wants and all that she wonders
is to roam the forest free.
but she can't
because they won't
liberate her from the bars
and now she's a victim of life long scars.
so in my head she swims,
hoping for escape,
waiting to be rescued
but now its too late.
eventually she will succumb to her fate
and in my mind
she will      e  v   p      o    r       a            t        e.