Numb to the weary woman and her pain. Numb to the inner child who sees the world is insane.
Oblivious to the wounds she carries around…to the screaming cries that come minus sound.
Dismissive of her desires to be the center of your universe, drown her slowly in your perverse.
Serve her in abundance with bittersweet memories, make sure later there will be no remedies.
Sanity and safety slowly slip away. Mold and shape her…she’s nothing more than clay.
Stab her in the back as she rests her head on your shoulder, knock her down like an out of control boulder.
Use her. Abuse her. Leave breadcrumbs on your path. Whatever, you do…she’ll clean the aftermath.
She’s come back once, she’ll come back now. She’s yours forever, she made the vow.
Days have passed…she’s still not returned, now begins the scorching burn.
Listen close, what’s that sound? Still, small and mighty, her voice has finally been found.