the abyss that is her heart

she walks,
bright eyes, bright smile
but no knows
what she's feeling inside
she wears black agate on her chest
in hopes that it will call forth
the strength which she has lost
within the big, dark gaping hole
unending abyss that has eaten whole
her heart, which can never be found
with the absence of heart,
she wonders,
to live, does it really mean you're alive?
she goes about asking herself this,
seven days a week,
from noon till night
alas, the day has broken,
another mask to be taken,
a coup d'etat just on the rise