How beautiful It Was

So beautiful it was, I knew it was perfect for me I pictured my self lying still resting peacefully. The moment I saw the whiteness, and the glass mirror to show my face, it opened and velvet red, with a dark purple pillow laced I knew that coffin was for me, So beautiful I knew I couldn't wait another day, So lovely I knew I would pay, any amount asked. I picked the ground, with the softest soil, I picked the gravestone with the perfect angel. she seemed to be crying, She was holding a child while she was dying. I spent three hours doing my hair, curling it, and spraying it will gal trying to make it look (like I didn't just come from hell) My red lipliner, my white eye shadow, My glittered skin, Nail polish of silver, bretts of gold in my hair. silky skin, beautiful black dress, that draped down to my heals, Shoes that were only meant to be worn by my feet. One last breath, one last heart beat, Before I step in. And take 65 zanax along with me, and leap in to the coffin and sleep peacefully. Stomach ache pain this wasn't supposed to hurt, (trying to get out) fighting to win gagging all over me. Pale skin eyes opened puke all over me stone cold no blanket to cover me someone has found me the last words I heard So much beauty turns ugly, Beauty is not just skin deep, The true beauty lye's between your breasts while you sleep. Written September 25th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 11:29 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10