Denial rolls off hypcorite tongues
like dew sparkling through the night.
She walks through the field, sign in hand,
with a smile that says "not alright".
Grimace with blood spattered teeth;
tasting sweet behind the veils of jealousy.
One step, two step, three step, four...
she trudges through the starry sea.
Upon arriving at heart's destination,
her face crumples; truth pours forth.
Mask slips off; shattering porcelain
while she sheds all of her worth.
Tears thunder across her lying lips,
sweetly mixing with the blood.
Slams the sign into the ground,
staking beliefs into the mud.
"I need help"
three simple words..
and into the night they sink.
Darling...still they go unheard.
