Juliette

Juliette your cigarette has burned right through your face

Through your skin and through your skull and up into your brain

It doesn't seem that you will reach the fountain from where you are

And possibly this might just leave a really bad, bad scar

And you're lying on the living room floor

Lying like you've done at least on hundrend times before

Burning with a radiant glow

Juliette the fire has crept down and your chest's aflame

Smoldering an even ring around your torso frame

And moving slow the amber glow does flicker clear and clean

It's as if someone has doused you in white gasoline

With your ashes on the living room floor

Scattered like they've been at least one hundred times before

Burning off a skin that you have come to abhor

And spreading now the crackling sound

Down to your hips and waist

Traveling past your legs at last a slow but steady pace

The smell of dead skin burning lingers sickly in the air

Oh Juliette oh Juliette you don't look like you care

Though the smoldering has reached down to your knees

Moving down your shins over your ankles and your feet

Burning with a radiant glow

Swallowing devouring the tips of your toes