Good bye, amber

With every tear drop you rain
on my floor
I know you can squeeze out more
a sadness so divine

finding a back bone
growing a spine
hanging from ropes
swinging from vines
digging through drirt
to enjoy the finds
and temper
the streams
flowing from you pretty eyes

what hides under you skin
beneath plain sight
something to break every thought
in there eyes
comprised of lies
for better or worse

like a leather collar
embedded in a dog's neck
thoughts no longer fitting
breaking through
leaving a decaying skin
on your living mind
dead inside
but still blood flowing

tired of retarded ideals
from the mouths
of the unaware

caught with a needle in vein
a lighter and spoon
garbage bag filled streets
she walks through
finding another fix
coming like a light
in the night
she's gone to far

she runs from her own face
and every single place
she blew her brains on to this wall
and took the fall

now these are empty shelf's
once tightly held  
inside her lust for life