Frail

they stuck in her throat
the words that she whispered
and lies fill the room 
and reside in her eyes

he felt like a dog
and he chuckled through tears
and told her his love
was as real as her lies

she asked in a quiet dispassionate way
if he cried to himself much when he was alone
and this hung for a moment
suspended in air
like a feather which suddenly dropped
like a stone

everything rings with truth and amazement
and every voice sings its' particular praise
I am frail
and gone over the rail

she's young and she's lonely
her bedroom is dark
and the friends that she knew once have all moved away
the shadows surround her
and swallow her whole
like a blanket they've come
to extinguish the day

how many times
she said she'd never go?
how many lies
she lied we'll never know

everything rings with truth and amazement
and every voice sings its' particular praise
I am frail
and gone over the rail