Bleeding Mascara
A beautiful sight she is,Her eyes make the stars,
Wish that they were brighter,
To the eye,
She seems like an fallen angel,
Beautiful, and full of grace,
But deep inside,
It's a whole new world.
Every night she bleeds mascara,
Huddled in that forsaken corner,
all alone, feeling like she's worthless,
Waiting for someone to save her,
From all of her misery and torment.
She bleeds a river of crimson roses,
Slowly draining away her life,
As the blade glides across the flesh,
In her mind,
There is no way out,
And that the nightmare,
Has just begun.
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