A cerulean gaze passes over,
cold like a midwinter breeze.

A smile pinned to the lips;
words emitted from a ******.

"Darling, it isn't normal
to find beauty in dark things."

We wish you would smile,
for you haven't in so long.

Instead your lips are painted black,
and you hum a dark song.

(And that is wrong.)

The character turns;
you're being pushed off the stage.

"You're too far gone to be helped,
Elizabeth Sage."

For isn't it obvious?
Any happiness was just a phase.