Once again I can't get FP to insert the appropriate spaces, so you can check out . to see how it should be. It doesn't really affect this poem too much, though. :-)

Lost Layla

Sweet petite morena sits at the foot of her bed
By sanguine stains from blood that’s been shed
Giggles pass winces, meshed giddiness and woe
With unsuspecting passersby not noticing the faux
Her shadow relaxes discreetly, pressed against the wall
with long, thin legs hesitantly connecting to her own
Resonant raillery echoes in deep psychological catacombs
She’s lost within a personal labyrinth, can’t find her way home

Free-flowing silver slips back and forth
shimmering in moonlight distorted through glass
Weak, airy dissonance physically shocks and mentally blocks
While pretty pallid Layla lies lifeless on the floor
Helpless, hopeless, friendless, foe-less—breaking down barriers never seen before
Her father is invisible, her mother a whore
and only the shadows welcome Layla with open arms

Grinning in the corner, the shadow glares back
Layla approves amiably, her head off the track
Slicing and splicing and severing ties
No more whos, whats, wheres, and whys
Oh, little Layla lost all her luck
Hasn’t seen daddy since her first fuck
Mommy gets money from the man next door
While Layla lies empty by the sea shore
Navy-blue waves consume the young figure
Soon the shadows won’t haunt her anymore