her face looked so sober
eyes are shining with tears
she never knew what killed her
all her pain and miseries and fears
her lips are black and slightly open
her skin is pale and cold and stiff
her hair is sharp and black and then
her look is like the bottom of a cliff
her smile is sad and hurtful and phoney
her touch is cool and lost and gone
her strut is slow and low and lonely
she kept silent now things are said and done
her voice is soft and harsh and sharp
her breath is long and slow and cold
her tears are clear and cool and stark
she moves to ease her pain inside she holds
slowly i lifted my hands to touch her
to feel that gleaming face that's sober
and when i tried to tell her it would all soon be over
i saw her lips move
as mine did,
and my fingers slid down the face...
in the mirror