Have you seen a girl wandering in the woods
Perhaps she was someone whose lost shoe you found
From the alley of broken hearts
At midnight, dream teaser valley
If I am being precise about the location she was last seen in Paris
Gasping memorabilia like the cake of Richard Harris
Branches tearing her wrists to bleeding
Once upon a time she still did healing
The rope tied firmly on her ankle lavishing world with just one word
Pain
Without a corpse in Seine
She’s still running like a hole in a silk stocking
Without the shit in her vein
Her life tastes quite lame
Backwards gliding towards unknown, her past leaving a trail on the water like regal bride’s veil
As she rides the tide no hope
In the chest pocket
Going up like a rocket
Life buoy trapped around her neck
The golden art nouveau locket
She inherited from an ancestor exactly like her
Smells like perfume and downward spiral
Meticulously engraved, possesses no history just past
Tick tock
Her chest is beating
One more wave dripping from the hands of Cinderella enslaved
She’s a whore but not cheating
Because there’s zero to live in
Behind the curtain when no one sees
She prays hands on nothing to believe
She’s hungry
But cannot eat
Her God is asleep, not willing
She’s cold
And not a weep
Gave her crown to someone who was sad and chilling
Riches to rags
As she traded her blanket to three or four fags
Earning not a shilling
This is how she can not feel a thing, be a living nothing
Any other line would be lying
It’s not dying
So she grabs the air with both wings sucked dry by tar and nicotine
Have you seen her?
Have you
