Commercial veneer
Laid on thick can’t open eye lids
Lacquer red lips
kisses are permanent
Vantablack glazed hair shimmering
Skin colored plaster no warmth emitted
A mic in her teeth snoring melodies
Catch the z’s it’ll make you love sick
See through the image
Tear through the plaster
please help awake my sleeping mistress
The masses master
Cold to the touch
Feel a pulse quake?
Prevent thy heart being carried away
The masses kiss her veneer
that’s why she’ll never wake
While her spirit lies bruised, buried, and burned beyond these gold painted gates
Her gentle eyes laid upon me
Naked and afraid!
All she needed was someone to say
I want to know your name.