The clouds bled tears from the sky
as she stared loathingly into the mirror, cracked.
How did she end up this far
down into the depths of dementia?
The blade, it kisses her wrist
like it beholds a deep passion for heartache.
Sorrow speaking to her, a silent scream.
She cries away this macabre scene,
longing for a smile to scar her pretty face
f o r o n c e.
Cruel drops of hurt drip from her tender skin,
like tears falling from shadowed eyes
staining the sheet of innocence,
she hides it beneath her broken soul.
Isn't it funny how he completed her?
Now he only causes the heartless horror
searing through her lifeless limbs.
Her heart, it shatters slowly and painfully
into a thousand and one sharp pieces,
each piece cuts deeper and deeper into her fading beauty.
His icy kiss leaves a deathly impression on her cheek.
Twisted memories torment her sleepless nights.
The tautology of words he whispers
choke her, fear closing up her throat.
N o t h i n g.
No way out, she's trapped in an illogical lie.
Each time she plays the razor like a piano
it digs deeper into her fragile soul,
playing out a song of screaming pain.
She's living the perfect nightmare, framed by
d r e a m s.
A single tear representing a hundred years of heartbreak,
and she's cried for days on end now.
She's Alice with a looking glass of hope,
only hers is shattered.
Her life, now all consumed by darkness,
yesterday's hopes and dreams, are tomorrow's lies and nightmares.
And it's true, she lives the perfect lie.
