The wealthiest woman across the land
Her home sat on a hill tall and grand
Roses paved the way to her front door
Elegance like no one had seen before
She lived a life of pin curls and gowns
And danced with the men in their fake brass crowns
She perfected her smile in the cracked antique mirror
And slid past the shadow that begged to get nearer
Down the staircase she seemed to glide
And greeted her guests with arms open wide
They sipped on wine as she gulped it away
She nods and laughs not listening to what they say.
She feels warm tears stream down her face
She begs their pardon and gets up from her place
She walks back to the cracked antique mirror
And what she saw could not have been any clearer
A shell of a woman who once felt alive
Put now peers out of sockets and dead inside
The gown that had trapped her for her entire life
Sliced her smile sharper than a knife
The room got darker her body felt cold
As she turned to meet her enemy of old
The shadow engulfed one half of the room
Leaving it in a state of perpetual gloom
Closer it crept crawling on the wall
She tried to block out it's haunting call
But she could not
They found her dead that dark cold night
With an empty bottle of pills that glowed in torch light
Her first love killed her with a deadly kiss
And what once felt like eternal bliss
Became her nightmare damnations mark
And with one hit stamped out her spark
