• And it lives in me, it lives in you
    There is honestly nothing you can do
    Poison pumping through my veins
    Poison numbs me, soothes my pain
    Because I know, each day is the same.
    And I can’t feel, and I can’t see
    I am everything I can be
    My hair is matted, my skin is pale
    Even though I’m blinded I hear the wails
    There’s people in pain, I know, I know
    But I still can’t feel, it goes to show.
    But it’s okay, my face is pretty.
    I’m still amusing and rather witty.
    Keep me around, I hope you will
    I don’t hold it against you, should your fingers spill
    My fanciful figure into the gutter
    My hopes dashed, but I’ll probably just sputter
    Something about chivalry and women and boys
    Probably complain about the noise.
    Fix my hair and rumple my dress;
    Adjust my mask of lovely finesse.
    I’ll sit on the curb and wait...
    And wait. And wait.
    For my next noblesse suitor to come, desecrate.