She's one of the walking dead A living ghost breathing in dread Stark mad and rambling Out of her head
Urchin neurotic, golem spasmodic Human emotions, a matter of luck Anonymous mongrel, orbiting trouble Encoded instructions to self-destruct
Sick junky veins divulged in the spillage Scattered soul parts polluting the village Mechanical rage, black and blue shame Supernaturally dull, defiantly vain
A skeletal ruin transcending gender Not a vestige of hope left in her brain She watched as her baby burned to a cinder The smack overdose ending her pain
