My eyes are green like toxic water.
My hair is tinted like a blood stained raven.
My teeth are chipped picket fences.
My mouth is a locked safe.

My skin is simply a layer of dirt to hide my guilt.
I do not feel whole, I do not feel real.
I am a broken home for the dead.

My nails are worn down blades that are eternally dull.
My tears are acid rain and my cheeks are dying roses.
I do not feel real I do not feel whole.
Who's nightmare am I living in?