The clock lags behind
Ambitions are blurry
She's losing her mind
The shower is cold.
The music is loud.
Emotions are boiling
The word is out.
The air is thickening.
The smell is sweet.
Desperation's on the corner,
putting out for the week
Like a ticking bomb,
the end draws near
Sparks are ignited,
and over-flooded with tears.
Her heart lies on the shelf.
The bidding begins.
One by one, a crowd gathers
Yet no one commits
Starving for attention, she makes a left.
Yielding forgiveness, she turns right.
Loathing acceptance, she picks up the pace.
Her destination isn't far from sight.
A foot from the edge.
A step away from life.
She holds her fate.
She grasps it tight
and takes a lunge forward
into the night.
Hope is a vision, Death is a lie.
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