Lipstick smeared kisses
Tainted with a dewy gloss of blood
That shines its death of roses
through blury eyes.
Eyes that reflect broken promises
torn skin, blade kissed,
in switchblades
of penatratable lies.
Another bad day that begins
with broken glass
Fallen tears and
unconscious dreams.
Dreams that transform into dancing shadows
of the past.
Howling winds break the silence of her morning coffee.
Inhaling the poison of her cigarette
The end of the cigarette burns for a purpose
It smolders in its nicotine infused cancer
Smoke swirling patterns of the future
Menthol lingers in the tarnished air
Bright red burns against pale breakable skin
Flesh sizzles beneath the flame
of hate and torture
The newspaper telling its lies
and its truth of misconception
Sighing as the world weighs down
upon shoulders that look
emaciated through years of starvation
Perfection always near but so far away
Fleeing upon empty wings that brings only death
through its devious ways
Another day that brings her
only closer to her wishful death
Build me a coffin of perfect hips and slender thighs
Sharp collarbones
Use nails of hate and hammer the hate with blood shot eyes
Look past the sympathetic smiles of so-called friends,
family and the enviouse eyes of strangers
Surviving on water, Dying to be thin
Only wanting to be perfect
A saddness overwhelms her
and she knows that she
will not last another day..
