Distant Girl
By Peter Scott
Enter a skull
Consumed with expression
Trapped in himself
On a cold isle of desolation
Deep in the woods of hate
The child loves people
Seeks constant acceptance
Going about it badly
He is led astray
Given false principles
Basing future success
Inaccurately
Observe the young one floundering
Caked in grease
Rancid in stench
Watch his lips curse
Body decay
Containing too much to bear
In himself
Notice the sad passage of time
Life carrying on
Forever unhindered.