If she rubs her eyes, the mascara smears, leaving dark imprints with accents of fear.
When forming words with her tongue, the consonants and vowels lash out dealings of despair.
All that’s surely begun.
Masquerading with nothing on but her dreams, all the while wishing she were free.
Every step tread remarks the promises and amorous thoughts to the world.
Deceived, malnourished, painful lessons signify the end of the good/bad era.
Every halo ever manufactured has been recalled, reordered, and restocked.
Even with succession it was always a lie.
The fall of love, laughter, and happiness is here.
So long to the real world.
Hello to the real world.