Dancing With Despair

Melancholy Cries

Fear in her eyes

smiles for disguise

solemn tears from a bruised self esteem

and a heart accustomed to

the art of scream-ing.

so she stares long and often

into the mirrors of her soul

and watches it's warm tenderness

turn ice cold

and its deserted corridors

harbors distaste

and a need to self disintegrate.

terrorized by this demon named "society"

and the plastic coating of

the compact box labelled "beauty",

her head is clutched in-between her knees


in this opaque space

void of a key.

she waltzes with who's left of in her heart-despair

to the ballad of her soul's tragedy.