awaiting the black and white coronations

the falling rush embrace misguided place

a soft voice spoke about showing her a new world
somewhere along the lines of...

'down a bright path with light hopes,
they'd be no weight on your shoulders'

but the voice disappeared like everything else around her
slurped like a slush puppy down a 'dog eat dog' hole

her back ached out of joint so she lay down in a shrug
she'd had too much of nothing
she'd be sickened and restricted
and
she's still parallysed
laying in a 'woodened abandoned bundle of area
where no one dears to walk near
not even the ghouls on a pre-made band stand preset...
not even the neglected duets dared to dance close
not even at halloween where people 'scoot to scary places just for the seasonal fun ot it

the scoundral, the black skull, the crow, the arrow and bow
hurt - right - through, into the dark bluey black nights

never sighted
she politely snears roars
as she kids herself, and fools about
she snores dead head sleep,
she pretends to fall deep

she kids herself,
plays the game
and there she sees a white lane
snow? sane? future navigation?
but the white lane is only figurement of imagination

the creativy of unconcio-dream thanks her participation as she departs away into
re-in-carnation

on a uni-corn of all the eagles, her ears prefer to be dead to sound, 'deaf foe the death'

awaits the coronations to funeral around her
mourn a moron
the room she's in
she'll never come out of
she's fell as if off a cliff
too close to the edge

rest became tragedied 24/7 rhapsody

as she slips down on sledge down the black ice of trees
no one grieves, no one thieves her emote
no one knew about the girlwho had lost hope

awaiting the black and white coronations
ere here devestations