drip. drip drip.

the life starts to drain
forming puddles at my feet.
i can see the gleam from the razor
glistening in mockery as the Sun
hits the edge.

across my flesh,
i can feel the metal bite, digging
deeper into skin; into me
into me...

"so many expectations, girl..."

stare into the mirror
and see what you've become
(nothing to be proud of...)
the mirror says you're pretty
(it lies.)
the world says you're beautiful
(easily fooled...)
your followers adore you
(they're b l i n d.)

drip. drip drip...

(and when the scales fall...)

I've hit bottom, everything's crashing...
shards of glass from the mirror I've broken
to match myself.

(and when the scales fall,...
and when the scales fall...)

drip. drip. drip...

(and when the scales fall...)

I'm empty.

02/14/2002

Posted on 02/14/2002
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