The Rest is All Fake

Each boule of her heart
Dripped down her cheeks
Fell upon her sleeves

Continuing another part
To the neverending week
Just kicking up the leaves...

They stick to her skin
Sucking her dry
They wont go away
No matter how hard she tries...

Nails deep into flesh
Skin writhes in pain
Like the rebirth of a snake

The only thing to confess
Is the blood that remains
The rest is all fake...

They stick to her skin
Sucking her dry
They wont go away
No matter how hard she tries...