by Evelyn G Ward

Created on: July 11, 2008

The Last Waltz

Blood red roses sybolized
long lost life, angrily dispised.
Laughter proving her lack of care
guarding her mind against dispair.

Shrouded in darkness, clothed in pain
dancing around, whilst going insane.
Empty places filled by cocaine,
listening, longing, as she taps on a vein.

Pounding, the grim dirge plays in her head,
the melody and movement bring back the dead.
Slowly swaying, eyes closed again,
mouning an innocence, she'll never attain.

Blood red and dripping, pain that keeps ripping,
into her soul. Crying, sliding then slipping
with dreadful intent, she opens up to pay her rent,
filled up and defiled, by old passions long spent.

Her soul stripped bare in unanswered prayer
life ebbs gently away into a vacant stare.
Quietly dying ceasing to be brave,
now lost in her song, but alive in her grave.

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