She is doubtful for the
reason of the sky
the dark gather of clouds
filled with ghosts and rain

The heart is where the bleeding
Starts then trickles down her legs
These are the days
of the betrayal

When force becomes mightier
Than the need for beauty
When blood is spilt for a laugh
Like the eyes are not crevices for the soul

She is doubtful for the
reason of the sky
then lip-syncs to the future
of our demise