She wanted to die
She needed someone to put her
Out of her misery
She didn’t mean no harm
So look out for her memory…
Fire is not the devil’s playground
It’s where angels go who can’t be found
By something stronger than the purest numb
Like putting out a blue flame with your tongue
And it helps, some
But she’s drowning
In alphabet soup
The right went left
No sickness resounding
To anyone else
Cause to everyone else
She’s the cork that stops the foam
From boiling over into homes and houses
She used to be quiet as a mouse is
Now she’s a mute bird bagged with the cat
And that’s that
Cause this is hell, she says
I’ve served my sentence
And I’m seeing red
And when I laugh
You won’t see my head
It’s back by the bushes
Hysterical, half-dead…
Fire is not the devils playground
It’s where angels go who can’t be found
By something stronger than the purest numb
Like twenty hard years under someone’s thumb
Seasons change, she don’t
It’s only new threads, new friends
And the same smoke