Once a beautiful piece of porcelain
Now plastered in smoky smudges
From the ashy fingers
Of the world's many grudges
Her intoxicated brain
Lacking in speech
Her eccentric enthusiasm
Tamed on leash
Her lips crack blood red crimson
Beads of the sticky substance roll down her bruised chin
As the whispers in her skull
Beg to be let in
The defeat in her bloodshot retinas reveals
All her aspirations whisked away
As the misgivings in her sick intestines
Declare they're desire to stay
She attempts to straighten her spine
Prepared to pay for her deadly sins
The first shot is fired
And another World War begins
