Around you, she feels exposed
Naked and in the light
It is her own skin she loathes
For it's stained with the scent of good night
All the nights she spend with the door locked and you out of her mind
She held onto her demise
More than once or twice
Around you, she feels invisible now
Forgotten and thrown aside
The deeply written lines in her skin, scream too loud
You knew her pain but you made those lies
Her fingers and yours no longer intwined
She's all alone
But she is not nude
Covered in a costume of skin
Your daggers only intrude every layer so fine
