NO ENTRY.

She can't welcome you in
when the doors fully bolted,
from the inside
she's in a land where she's faulted.
The memories haunt
as they dance to the rhythm
and her demons
they're screaming "There's no carpe diem."
She seizes the past
instead of the present
and thats why there's a descent
instead of an up,
and instead of being full
there's an empty cup.
Not even half full,
or a quarter,
theres nothing,
and the people in her dreams
are mocking and scoffing.
These alcoholic drinks
they're greedily quaffing.
Drink up,
keep drinking,
drink til you drown.
Suffocate on vodka
as you laugh, you fake clowns.
She laughs pretty loud,
so fake she astounds
as she takes hold of this tower
and stands at the top,
embracing the air
she gracefully flops.
Closes her eyes
and the air hits her face,
then she's kissing the ground
and there's no more space
or concept of time
in the blackness of death.
The doors fully bolted,
its time now for rest.