the swan flew by
on a lonely flight home
the water reflecting her peace

You still look like you, minus the fire
With your non-skid socks
Arms attached to barb wires

A robe drenched in dead skin
Eyes sunkin in
Slept for a year, but still tired

When you speak, it's eratic
Others hear it as static
I always know what you mean

You long to go home
Where you weren't so alone
But it's disappeared it would seem

For now, they still visit
But they'll drift and won't miss it
As it's all too depressing to see

You will disappear
No one gets better here
The next stop is eternity

Laying on the floor
Thinking of all I've done
Only to realize that I did none

She spoke,she broke, and wished the mourning was gone
Will she stay stuck in between?
Lying, trying and failing , still unseen

Acting as if her soul's a great machine
Fruitless labor, day by day , where's my green?