Her Lips

She brings the glass pipe to her lips,
Inviting in an army of THC,
To combat everything she was always so scared to feel,
And to kill off everything she was always so scared was real,
To lose sight of slapstick reality,
And to harden her heart of steel.

She brings the bottle to he lips,
To numb the ache within,
To silence the angel on the shoulder that always said no,
To again lose the fight she lost long ago,
A battle she will never win.
And to cover all the scars she promised never to show.

She brings his erection to her lips,
Like an actress on stage she performs,
As would a string puppet, she submits to his will.
She even smiles and swallows as the gooey globs spill.
Not looked at as a human, but as a machine,
He emptied his life, and so did she,

She brings the gun barrel to her lips,
Shattered, broken in pieces she lay,
Her dreams and her schemes split down the seam,
A fire snuffed out, lifeless flesh of green.
A heart of red, a heart of lead, a heart of grey.

One grey drop missed the melancholy sea,
She spreads her wings, angels sing,
Now shes free.