Spiral

The clouds sigh in relief
when the pressure is released
from the confounds of lost smoke
of a blue desert with no dirt

those clouds reflect in spirals eyes
her chipped lips and bloody lies
her choosen amenesia of her world
bare witness to nothing but her mess

there is no rhymthm or soul
no rap or rock and roll
no country or indie label
that saves her from the life she paves

her sky and her hell are in one deminsion
rapped around her spine to teach her a lesson
dripping acid through her cords and lies
tapping into her demons on forced confines

she freaks into a heart attack
and people tell her she is a sorry sap
but nothing can keep her from her clouds
her rain is keeping her right insane.

he digital communications in her pocket
can't find her heart and unlock it
because nothing is there-there is no key
there is no password and there is no sword

there is no spiral
and she is not real
but she taps your spine
insake of your mind, she's mine