i'm sunken to an ultimate low. down here i've seen my lost soul. we were torn apart several years ago and lost and forgotten. it hits hard, like a spaceship falling out of the sky and landing on my corpse. it hits hard, like drinking everyday for a decade and losing the feel of my legs. everything is numb. she keeps an extra smile in her purse 'in case of emergencies'. she's beautiful. when they speak of her beauty, a slight smirk is written across her mind. she knows the power she possess but chooses to withhold from using it. she's selling herself short and doesn't really care. 

her passion has died along side her soul, which lives in a shadow of darkness, ramon noodles and newports. over the years, her posture has sunken, for the world has completely consumed her. where's that pretty simile? they're always wondering....whats going on inside of her. who is this zombie? and what happened to those bright eyes? we are no longer interested.