Those eyes
are they always watching?
Those eyeballs
why aren't they blinking?
so dead those eyes look
on my table
rolling rolling eyes
not blinking anymore


such a clean mouth
not filthy anymore
not spewing out shit anymore
such a clean mouth
nice red lips kissing the ground
your head face down in the dirt
serves your mouth just right



neat pretty hands
not waving
not slapping
not pointing their pointy fingers
just two pretty hands
nailed to the walls
on both sides of a mirror
pretty hands
colouring the pretty wall red
more red than it already was



tangled up blonde hair
used to be so niceley combed out
now in pieces
in pieces everywhere
just hair everywhere
spread out everywhere
clinging to everything
with blood so sticky
so it clings to everything




the push made it move
the push that made it tumble
the last push that made it fall
fall
no
not fall

plummet to oblivion
welcome to my living hell