Final

The merciless current takes a hold,
once again she breaks the mould,
She longs to feel the tempestous rage,
but they have locked her in a cage,
it hurts the stones they do throw,
when you have nowhere to go,
the words they say,
take her away,
to the place she has always wanted,
to see those evil faces haunted,

To be is to feel,
if only it were real,
but she awoke to find it all a dream,
every bit real it did seem,
back to her life as a mindless puppet on a string,
still hoping that someone somewhere
would happiness they bring,

Another day with more pain,
trying to keep her mind sane,
the laughs and stares,
hurt when no one cares,
Until she finds that face,
as soft as satin as pretty as lace,
the words he did speak,
was the solace that she does seek,

So they take their final moment,
and live it in atonement,
for they take eachother's life,
with but a single cut of a knife.

~ C.M.M