Tortured Soul

tortured soul, do you hear her cry?
the rivers of salt cycle the empty.
but are they running down her face?
or are they turning blue to crimson?
when they escape to the surface they are living
for anything but oxygen.

these rocks, too shallow.
her life, too skin-deep.
she wore her heart on her sleeve,
until his words shattered the organ
to pieces.
beating beauty; forever lost.
so the rocks weren't the only thing she had
swallowed.

she turns up the music to drown out the screaming.
she buries herself just to mute the breathing.
now she's bleeding.

the desert they call the bathroom floor has been empty
for far too long.
ruby life flows graciously, giving them both what they've been dying for.

she woke up, now
tortured soul.
she needs to fill the empty with the
bachelor of lonely.
erase the fingers that hold rings,
guilt, and pain.

she closes her eyes, regrettably not for the last time.
time and time again.
maybe she knows her fate,
for all eternity.
tortured soul,
she is you.