A Doll's Mask
As if I have been rotting from the inside And painting over it with red on my lips Black frames my eyes, captures my visions in a smoke
In the mirrors it appears cold and immobilized
My reflection, as if neither of us were real
As if I have been rotting from the inside
And painting over it with red on my lips
Black frames my eyes, captures my visions in a smoke
I'm in alive decay, I wear a doll's mask over it
The woman in the glass seems like a phantom
Old and tired, her shoulders sulking down
From carrying the weight of the world.
Her face cracked open, ebony tar leaking through her veins
Dripping on the ground, beneath her pouting mouth
And leaves me wondering, when have I become this bitter
Bitter like mercury on my tongue.
And how did I lose my whole life from my grasp
Watching it turn into the sand in an hourglass