Undecided demiseI look in the mirror:
all I see is dark hollow eyes staring back at me
I see sunken cheeks, the brow pertruding
I see several rib, and the pelvic bone intruding
My dress hangs on my fleshly bones in an offensive manner
No curves, no warmth, no vibrancy of touch
I would beg myself to eat, but the action is even too much
To wearily hold myself upward, I struggle to stay awake
I feel myself grow weary with every breath I take
I find my insides are burning; everything tastes of copper
I lean into my porcelain bowl, and lose all internal power
When I finally catch myself, I think its my final hour
So I turn away from the crimson spit below, and I drew myself a shower
Its when I stand there naked, and feel the heat upon my skin
That suddenly things seem better, and I can being to feel warm within
But just as the thought enters, I am forced upon the floor
To quiver in pain, and vomit once more
What is this sickness? What is this curse?
It feels like I am drowning in delusion
My head is haunte
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but that doesn't mean to safety.
With each step that I take,
I curse my sobriety
For I hear the silent echo
The remembrance of the stalking
but try to ignore the whispered
'Dead Woman Walking'.
My instincts tell me to run
as far and fast as I can
( hide woman hide )
But why should I do that
with no visible threat from the man?
so I lift my chin and stare straight
Ignore his laughter so mocking
That follows me jeering, saying
'You're a Dead Woman Walking'
It might be a matter of time
Or maybe just his ingenuity
It's been alluded to before
With all his taunting ambiguity
But what I saw in his eyes that day
Was no longer even shocking
Because I've become resigned
To being a 'Dead Woman Walking'