Carmen Poem by rains of bloom

The rooms here are vacent
funny how it is that way
doesn't it contain memmories
of those days?

The rooms here were witness
2 many people crimes
wiped its slate,
removed all the memmories;
empty air.

She stands here,
her skin poison ivy
where'd she get the bottle?
wish she has some leftover for me.

All of them know not to touch her,
warned away from her crime
'Carmen, Carmen'
she whispers
feeling his skin in the air,
remembering the knives and the lost
lives
fading with time.

Arm in arm they used to stand together
beside the picket fence
her nails pulled the rungs,
Carmen, Carmen
she'd whisper,
by the sunny days
in old crumbling rooms
her eyes were wide,
she believed in leather, him, and getting tattoes.

She was a beautiful girl,
but lived a typicle life
of sexist pigs
and abusing males,
she lived with it,
thats how strong women were made.

Until she broke,
until she fell down,
crumbling stares,
and whispers.

Oh, Carmen
why'd they use her so badly?
put her out of her misery.

Past the exit on route 44
you'll find an abandoned motel,
if you go in you'll see a corpse
he's now rotting in hell.

Go to the insane asylum,
locked down in silverspring
by the corner of racist
and Dick's grocery.

Go up to room 44,
you'll find her there
her eyes full of tears,
she killed a man
(even if he deserved to die) .

She sits and waits
for the jail cells,
for the army corpses
that haunt her dreams
on sleepless nights;
every night,
remembering crumbling walls.

Carmen, Carmen
she whispered
laying down in her grave
waiting in the casket,
trying to be brave.

Take her partway to hell
because she did bad,
take her partway
to heaven,
because she's really only
mistreated
and sad.