Late Bloomer

Late Bloomer 

Her eyes are shot...

and shes frozen.

I could see the moment,

when she knew

he was poison...


And if he's poison

well then she's already sick.

She consumed too much

and her sorrow is thick.

Shes built a life on twigs and leaves,

and all sorts of burnable things.


And I was there when she broke.

Now she must comply

it's no joke.

She scans the room

but there's no where to run.

And soon...

demons will eat and have their fun.


The girl will retreat,

to a place only she can go.

She'll go to her mind

somewhere only she knows.

Once there she'll close the door,

in many ways won't be here anymore.

She gave herself to some one and was mistreated,

sometimes that's the price you pay when you want to feel needed.

For her now only sorrow is in store

I've seen it so many times before...