Your bloody eyes

Standing infront of the mirror
you weap. For your eyes are
crying blood. The mirrors
decieve you. The stars lie
to you. Covering your beutiful
face up with make up. The stars are after
you what will you do?

The monster inside is eating you
alive. The pressure is building from
the base of my spine, I know that you are
coming, but so am I. If I have to sin to see
your true grin, I'm going to lie! It's
sucking you dry, the blood is draining from your
bloody heart through your black hole of a soul to
your leaking eyes.
Your heart is peirced like
a spear of hate. You've been deceiving
your soul into beliving it's as ugly as your
make up covered face.