Claws are squeezing out the life in her
Once agile figure
Her knees bruised black + blue
Her legs are strangely disfigured
Each wisp of hair
Seemed beautifully coifed
Today it's strands look dead + fragile
Ghosts of the past live in her eyes
Judging by everyone's lies
Circumvent to realize
She buried her head in the sand
Truth were blatantly
Crashed through her fabricated disguise
She is dead
~Divine