Junkie.

The smoke danced through her mind like long forgotten dreams
It oozed through her sightless eyes and swirled out of her seams.
The breath fought for spark, as it gazed on her loving face.
As she harshly murmered 'Fuck the human race'



Her whisper danced though their minds like the ending of a song
It floated above the moonless clouds, if she could not do wrong
The stars heard the hidden scream and hid back in the shade
The wind heard the stars loving terror, and began to softly fade.



The knight in shining armour tip-toed to her door,
The fluttered kisses on rebelion eyes that march for peace no more
The frozen grey of soapy rock to hold her to the ground
As her whisper floated with the smoke, through minds that have no sound.