One day she’ll be normal
One day she’ll be fixed
For now the Stygian darkness cradles her;
Whispering the sweetest poem of dissolution.
Letting the saccharine words dance through her crippled mind,
She blooms like the brahma kamal at nightfall.
One day she will hear his words of amore through his actions;
But those actions are quiet and simple
She can always hear that syrupy voice just behind her own thoughts
One day she will be fixed
One day her dose will be stronger than the voice
And let her live again