Pouring down, on top of me,
specks of dirt in harmony

Crawling through these eyes,
are the black winged flies

Slithering out of my nose,
are of worms that do not glow

What taste comes from my mouth, it's rot that pours on out

Sounds that call my way,
are crying skies of grey

For I took a ride,
that had changed my life

Beaten & strangled,
I was left mangled

Thrown in a shallow hole,
is where now lies my soul

She sat there on the stairs
Fiddling around with her hair

Blonde, curly, every strand
Felt the warmth of her hand

She would sit there in a daze

Twirling her hair throughout the day,  never went outside to play

She did not care to dance nor prance

The swirly princess on the step
Holding her breath with each prep

What do I see staring back at me?

A Scatter of dots
that run on top of my nose
then they're splattered across these high cheek bones

A crows foot must have landed on both corners of my eyes

aging of a chin  
which slowly drags in

Discoloration of the face suddenly looks out of place

Once flowed through the air
was of long auburn hair

now a touch of grey
shows it's glare

While flakes begin to flow
where smooth skin use to glow

Neck at one time, long and fine now it has taken on a gobble design

What do I see when I look in the mirror?

not the girl you once desired
but now a woman who is tired