The mirror reflects a physique cloak.
Vision hazed holy oil soaked.
Masked in champagne her smile is faint.
Eyes Cold a black shadow taint.
Delicate frame her little pink toes to fame.
A
quick sand of bliss herself to blame.
Mommy had said no but Jesus said yes.
Silent footsteps of fatal poses.
Lips dry and cracked
no water
nor thirst.
It matters not a Fallen cross curse.
You question truth vague answers are blind.
At Days End you call his name from doors behind.
A Rapture unnoticed his Skies now pink
colors remorse dawn
do not blink
truth compels you at the end of the day.
No one survives you have no say
