the raindrops falling from her eyes
soaks the makeup she uses to hide
everything she has locked inside
and we look to her heart and attempt to pride
its secrets away
as she sips her champagne
and leaves the lipstick on the glass
its blood red.
so full of life
without it shes so drained
without it we can see her pain
the waterproof mascara begings to trickle
as she rubs her eyes so delicately
with the grace of angel but the anger of the devil
they both take a hold of her
Duelling with eachother on both sides of her shoulder
She cant listen to one
And ignore the other
So she drowns another glass
And sits alone in the dark
She traces every bone structure
Her collarbone, her hips
She runs the tiny razorblade
Across her soft lips
The blood looks black only in the dark
But darkness or night
Its black like her heart
Nictone fix and a drop of a pill
Another cask of whine
She can only sit still
And we wonder
We wonder why
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