The mysterious skin only cares to worry.
This is the empty vessel moving across the land.
A fool who can never forgive.
Ashes to ashes.
The weak manipulated by the minds of others.
Day and night she is lured to madness like a lost sheep.
Dust to dust.
She cannot smile. She cannot scream.
Ashes to ashes.
For the force inside her too is lost.
Her shadow lost at home.
Her inner voice lost at sea.
Dust to dust.
She kneels to the ground.
Unable to curse the skies.
Her words are merely whispers.
Ashes to ashes.
Nervous sounds crawling out of the mouth to escape.
Dust to dust.
She sits lost in thoughts.
“Who will rescue my life?” She whispers.
Ashes to ashes.
Who will tell her this is all a dream?
