Wilt

She stands in her corner of the room
Swept out of the way
Like so many empty used
Packets of shit In the garbage bin
Matching the decor - old bones in the closet

Strength from the bottle to leave again
And crying at talk shows you see on the TV
Like fish in aquariums swimming in
Other people's pity. Not pain like your drowning in
What are you gonna tell your friends?
Black is your colour; you fell down the stairs again
What does he think of love?
Something you suffer from, weakness you rise above

Live your grey day in the wings for him
Think of all things as they are or
They might have been
Oh your blue eyes are so black for him
Stand in the corner a wallflower wilting