Where did your soul go
so long ago?
When did its knowing disappear?
Why did that fragile shoulder give
and let slip apart your dream?
Where did your soul go?
Now crimson like the blood
that pours from the wounds
that you inflict.
Uncaring of your company.
Watch out you do not sliver into
some impossible to return from crack.
That steals your minute of innocence.
So mindful of what you lack.
Be careful you do not resemble,
those single dimensions you have drawn.
So finely appearing on a page,
so thin as to feel bony.
Like this truth I am hinting.
Be careful of the company you keep.
For their stories will become yours.
Each cold and thoughtless tooth
ripping out the throats of singers,
who only wish to sing.
These eyes may appear faded.
My beauty not seen, but known.
Be wary of those sweet words they whisper.
The truth is in the tone.