Apocolips

This is the story of a girl

Who sits in the dark room,

Wondering what's to become of her

Her makeup is smeared

And blood fills her dark heart,

The addiction is slowly sinking in

With bloodshot eyes,

She starts hallucinating the track

Marks fading from her arms

She's as white as the snowfall,

And she's clung to the ceiling.

It's almost armageddon as she falls to the floor,

Guilt straught affliction, now comatose

Emptiness, she feels the room spin,

Somebody call a doctor

We need an ambulance

She smiles, one last goodbye

This girl cried so hard,

She's too far gone and for what

I cannot help her

Her lipstick is all we have

Of what she left behind,

Her lipstick is all we have

Of what she hid behind

There on the floor highlighted

In red lied a girl

Her possession of immortal beauty

Brought the sincerect form of irony

To this seemingly tragic display

Of lust and love

It was black on black on black

And such a shame that she could not resist

Keeping the only hint of red

Strictly to her fingernails