She is dragging her feet, kicking herself
She entered the room without words
A shadow across her gorgeous features
A dark aura around her thin, wiry body
The cold eyes hiding a flicker of passion
The death of small children keeps us awake
She has poise, poison and prison bars
One heart and many layers
One mind and many secrets
One soul and many voices
She cannot forget the small lies
Dreaming up even bigger ones
She can't find comfort in smiles
Cannot reach her deeply buried grief
So many nights of whispered madness
Tight control in a raging storm
See her hold her body tight for protection
See death walking inside her
Her love for the dark side
A cluttered mind yet barren soul
Dragging her feet across the mundane
But she is wild and inane, mostly
The desperation awoken in her genes
One lie to make it right, or better
One...little...lie