Colony 5 – She's a Planet

She comes to me unwillingly
I take her hands and hold them tight
Her eyes are sad, as if they had
Seen all bad and not a single right

The last few years were filled with tears
First of joy, but now of grief
When she slept, her life was kept
A conscience stolen by a thief

Her fragile face and shyish grace
Leaves me bereft
As much as I adore her skin to her core
She is in love with death

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She wants to be, be the tragedy
The king of dreams wants to keep
She touch her hand to see if she can
Pinch herself back to sleep
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She wears her depression, it’s like her fashion
She’s a planet in her own galaxy
My beautiful friend has reached the end
Of what she can take of reality
She wants to go back to the heart-attack
which gave her a decade in coma
Her only desire is to expire
Into the dark worlds’ aroma

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