Crippled Soul

looking into tears of a crippled soul
not knowing who I look upon this very moment
such sadness in her heart dripping from weary eyes

like an unknown demon darkness haunts
trying to convince herself it's not how it seems
that nothing is lost but seeming not much gained

feeling alone with many voices silenced
when she truly only needed a little luv to bloom
emptiness revealed looking upon her tear streaked face

strength creeps within a near empty bottle
as she seeks an answer from another swig of liquid fake luv
convinced there isn't a right one to help her crippled soul

remaining to look for reasoning in all the wrong places
not recognizing many warm hearts await her to give luving hugs
closer to death with each swallow she takes


(Written with heavy heart influenced from.....
"Kathleen's Death" by Tony)