Mess

Rose thorns leave imprints
Upon my naked flesh
As clovers burn their marks
I realize I've made such a mess

My hair goes pale
Started to fall out
Roaches on the ceiling
Dripped into my mouth

I ate a fishhook
To stop and catch myself
With my ego, I wanted to
Lacquer myself to the top shelf

Moths have braided
Into my dewdrop hair
Lilac shadowed eyelash
Dissolved to leave me bare

My upper lip trembled
Laced with the deadly coke
And as it, again, disappears
I'm left once more with no hope