Bebe Ray

Cold concrete stones
Young, lifeless bones
People stare
Like they care
Lies from the hearts they own

Quickly
Closely
Step before the mirror
Let the wind
Press against you tears
Let the water
Release your fears
Hopefully someone can hear you
Soon

Big
Black
Box that imprisons her
Death
Shall
Come too near to her
Say a prayer
Like somebody cares
Lies of their hearts, cold and scared

Sadly
Madly
Step before the water
Dunk your head in
Come up to breathe
Hope
Death
Not two different concepts
Hopefully someone can hear

One
Two
Three
Six
Nine
Eleven
Twenty
Thirty-eight
Seventy-seven
One hundred