Fragile on the outside
hollow within
afraid which cheek will hit the light
darkness is an ally
eyes slowly moving under
tainted lips speak in silence of tragedy
the visible wounds remind her of an incurable disease
though she searches for aid within strangers continuously
her beautiful hands have a plan
innocent little fingers clench in disturbia
there lays a porcelain doll on her bed
she wants to become all of her, flawless
in time she wasted
a handmade dress waited in the attic faded
nowhere is her courtesan mother to be seen
into her mother's makeup purse she sneaks
resembling her doll, she quietly sits lifeless
her pale skin mourns the hourglass
midnight arrives with no one to save her
she tastes and drowns in her own vinasse
she quietly removes the gold lace dancing around her sunken hips
with a peaceful smile she hung below the bed post sinking like a ship
death brought reality back to life
sweet victory was living outside her strifes
