"Naked Barbie"

Silver turns to grey,
Makeup down the drain,
Mixing with the grime in the sink,
And into the mirror,
Horror's first sight,
Red and white,
A pretty face turned
To destruction's plight.

Well, I don't know what's beautiful,
But my insides sure aren't!
They're suspended in acid,
And gooey and nasty,
So fucking delicious,
I don't like myself very much!

The day my image of perfection screams,
"You've been complete all along!"
Self-satisfaction is lime green.
A suicide make over gone wrong!

Crystalized contempt to burn,
Melting the plastic in my veins,
Willing my thoughts to be turned,
Gracious divinity to feign.
I ate the conviction from within my brain . . .
Scars turned to art,
Bled on a world-famous page.

I don't think of it as part of me,
More like an excised ruptured spleen.
My castrated creativity,
Just like destruction's epitome . . .
Carnivorous thoughts to soothe my mind,
The bloody cunt rag to wash my face.

The day my image of perfection screams,
"You've been complete all along!"
Self-satisfaction is lime green.
A suicide make over gone wrong!

Beneath my flawless cold exterior,
My core is shallow and ugly . . .
And there's no reason I'm dismembered;
Those memories don't belong to me.
No, I can't quite explain
The rotting carcass of meat.
I guess the glamour of the smell
Drove my roadkill dreams.

The day my image of perfection screams,
"You've been complete all along!"
Self-satisfaction is lime green.
A suicide make over gone wrong!

I don't like myself very much!