A Monster and a Queen

The soul becomes dyed
with the color of one's thoughts
The half whispered words of our mom
Lead us on

Where do we go when we want
something we cannot have
What do we do when we need
something that we do not have

Do we scream
Do we lower
The other persons self esteem
Another gaslight further
All we ever see or seem
is but a dream within a dream

And say the words that hit the hardest
and hurt us where we live
A woman's soul seeks to find us
in a place where voids are filled

She travels on through half blurred song
that leaves an open dirge
forgotten memories and discarded hymns
the page becomes dyed
with the imprint of the flower pressed between

And late night she awakens
and realizes that she has been
a monster
and a queen