one…two…three…

inhaling I lift myself up,
pictures making me faint…
colored lights & smoke
just a little more than I can bare…

falling, falling, falling…
((but I am not the only one))

amazed at how easily lipstick
curled lashes & sequins
bury all traces of innocence in men
that pride themselves in white.

digging, digging, digging
purity's name engraved in stone…

may it rest in peace
while its people go crazy
finding themselves next to it
beneath the barren earth.

the clock ticking, ticking, ticking…
they are running out of time.