Diary of the Lonely (Part 1)

 

She sat in the chair
Smiling at the voice 
From far far away 
She heard those sounds 
The echoes of the empty walls 
Saying nothing far too loudly 
She has a glisten in her 
And in her lips 
A taste though distant is distinct
And she smiles as your name comes up 
In her memory or was it her heart 
At least you think it was a smile 
As she moves in her cage 
And locks herself up further
You forget where you have left your key 
She turns from black to gray to white      
She is an empty unlined page of mystery 
Whose anthem is silence.