An infecting sound that won't comply, and a strangled girl who's losing feeling.
The world around is basking her in baths of misdirected hurt.
She never seems to fight her pain, as it seeps into the picture's frame.
Passages read day and night, a holy focus not her sight.
These people shelter,(language faults) and move with calculated tact,
But she keeps thinking the worst is coming.
The only problem with colder weather is the fatigue it leaves until spring.
A tired face, with tired eyes complete with tired desires for any more fires to take the burn away. The damage has won, moreover she's gone.
The past has marred her sweet heart.
Home's a place to go when people cross you,
But home's a place too cold, where the road seems too long.
She's only dreaming in black and gray.
Summer's past and with it her hopes.
Anchors aren't lifting! Is nothing sacred,
Or needed? Chemicals turned catalysts.
Her fears are choking her. Please girl wake up!
Where's your desire to fight this? The never-ending fever defeats her.
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"Framed" as written by Bill L. Brown Bill Brown
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