Mind of Oblivion
Mind of Oblivion
The empty street echoes her hollow steps
Lights flicker in and out of consciousness
Winds whisper a sweet, sad song
As dead leaves curl around her feet
Bare skin to hard rock
Blank stares across the sea of faces
That lay in a heap upon the floor
Of her sealed heart
Rain like silver bullets pelting
Her milk white skin
And breaking into a million pieces on contact
Hair hangs like dirty ropes around her head
Her eyes lost in thought
While her mind probes for something
Sleeping deep within