I am grieving,
yet expected to maintain.
The decorum of my inner self is inky black,
slimy and sticky to the touch.
I fill myself with substance harmful.
I am deadly to the touch.
If you look too long
ill start to decay.
Advert your eyes.
Shoo your children away.
Exquisite in beauty'
Terrifying in demeanor.
The room grows cold when I enter.
Silence all around.
I beg you continue the fun.
I'm not here for you.
I'm here for myself.
I only come to.self destruct like you.
For once I was human and needed
Self destruction
Self mutilation
Integrity gone
Empty shell of beauty.