She is the Tragedy..

You'll find her in the back,

A misfit queen

Of broken dreams

Dressed in black.

Cigarettes drained,

And nicotine stains..

A smoke cloud encompassed insomniac.

Choking on carcinogens,

Worthless humans,

And debilitating payback.

And praying for a savior beyond

Prozac, 

Plaque, 

Or a heart attack.