Masks that hide the perfect face
porcilien beauty, flawless grace.
Eyes spark violence into space
Lips could kill, smooth as lace.
Mimeing mouthing
sounds stay silent
Fires iced over,
hells so violent.
Remove the masked
Stop the charade
Life still pains her
A morbid parade
Eye makeup runs
lips flushed red
no need to worry
he life, is dead. |