It was another song with no vocalists
lyrics with no voices
unseen performances on the stage of life where she had been dead so long
outside her house she held her head high
on the inside of the four wall she bowed her head in disgust
she closed her eyes in pain
but her smile screaming on the outside of her house
she rested her head against her knees
and imagined how she would feel forever with him
she raised her eyes at the portrait of him, with so much passion.
papers rustle and crinkle in her palms as she fold it
tears run down her face like rain drops from the top roof
the emptiness in her heart,
the desire in her eyes,
not even a single echo bounced back from her mummers .
her soul grieves
the smell of fury surrounds her like smoke
though you can hardly hear her breathe.