Party Girl

 
With grim, to this lady, the Black Eyed prepared unholly test...
With her fake smile of party girl, to be gently eaten alive by anonymous names...
Wicked sinners running from long dead Karma, she's forever falling for games...
Warmly drinking doses of dead happiness, while cheering up faceless guest...
with memory of my ignored "no", disobidient hands suddenly burning like flames...
will fall for whispers of pills singing symphonies in my drawer, and will kindly let me rest...

Inside my Book Of Pain...