She screams in all lower case
In an indifferent monotonous voice
Like life has drained all that was once good from her
And it all went down the drain in a crimson swirl

Something inside has died
Like her soul's numbered days are up and her heart hasn't got with the program yet
It still strives on in strenuous trudges

Her are lungs caked in blackened purpose from inhaling death 20,000 times a day
And taking a perpetually tired drag on the night  
Her eyes reflect the moon in the daytime as they pierce through the implemented reality.
The true reality is parasitic and will eat away at you and infect your mind
Only those with the eyes of the moon can see through the masking light
Beware of them, for they have lives encased in shadows.