She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by,
Begging for silence amongst her chaos
As her river of fight now runs dry.
Her anxiety and depression paint
A beautifully dark mind colder
With self-abhoration and disdain;
She is in love with the devil on her shoulder.
Crimson and ivory,
Ribbons of beauty and grace,
Flow effortlessly throughout a rivalry
For the kiss of death's sweet taste.
The chasm expands below her dangling feet
As she clings to her rain drenched rope,
The clouds above mocking her feat
Of looking through Hell's kaleidoscope.
The voices have grown too loud,
Too convincing to ignore,
She cries in her madness, she cries in shame so profound,
To have lost her battle and her war.
She laughs through her tears
And puts the gun to her head
"Bang," she whispers
A finale to her symphony of dread.
