Hidden Between The Sheets

Nothing is ever as the eye sees,
Beauty and pleasure hide the pain in between...
Lies hide between sheets of silk, sex a way to drown out the tides of guilt...
She moans, though inside she cries, though she wishes she could subside,leave the misery,the painful realities behind, she lives outside,though inside dies.
A smile fake, as is the suns reflection in the blue waters of her lakes.A smile hides a cloud filled with sorrows,pouring down unto her cold heart,stinging her skin as if shooting stars colliding with her skin,the pain living within.
The used sheets hide ripples of time, obliviously her mind has long since drowned the dirty deeds that deceived her,released her from chains of darkness for a moment, a second,able to feel. But her heart aches ever after, her soul cries unable to mend,unable to heal.
Her bed holds her to life, as in her heart bitterness settles its knife.
Hiding between her sheets, dead eyes cling to something no longer there as a stranger punctures her wounds and pulls her hair.She has lost the will to fight,to feel, she lets her body endure while she watches in darkness,her caring subsided no more,pieces of her scattered with clothes on the floor.