Commercial veneer

Laid on thick can’t open eye lids

Lacquer red lips

kisses are permanent

Vantablack glazed hair shimmering

Skin colored plaster no warmth emitted

A mic in her teeth snoring melodies

Catch the z’s it’ll make you love sick

See through the image

Tear through the plaster

please help awake my sleeping mistress

The masses master

Cold to the touch

Feel a pulse quake?

Prevent thy heart being carried away

The masses kiss her veneer

that’s why she’ll never wake

While her spirit lies bruised, buried, and burned beyond these gold painted gates

Her gentle eyes laid upon me

Naked and afraid!

All she needed was someone to say

I want to know your name.