Twisted ribbon of fate
Tangled by the wind
Detached by jagged, bloody scissors
Never to be heard of again.
Free at last
And falling fast
Turmoil spread under the sun
Traces of thread scattered on the road
The ribbon has come undone
Boiling streams and machine-gun trees
Bleed the ribbon of her soul,
Turn the virgin moon blood red
The drinkable sky, black coal
What dark, twisted fingers
Muted the soul’s youthful scream,
Tossed out the beating heart’s plea,
Fooled the mind into a devil’s scheme?
Pure intentions were starved of hope
Shattered dreams melted in the sun
Rebellious cries muffled by the hand,
Free thoughts to be shunned.
How did fate become so twisted
In this calm before the storm?
How did her thoughts turn icy cold
Under such warm and healing sun?
