asphyxiation was her name.

she is standing in front of a bleeding mirror, holding on to her wrists. as tears fall down her face, she's breathing in gasoline and her heart is ready to explode. this place she's living in is based on misfortunate accidents and stories about make believe talking about suicidal tendencies the princesses have encountered within their paths. eyes go blind, never seeing the light. she was named asphyxiation at birth because she couldn't breathe. she was living on the edge of a fictional reality, her book was written by an imaginary hero she wished to exist.

never in her life was she this in love, this impowered by a man. only in her dreams could she feel him deep within the rough edges of her dark abandoned soul. she felt the tips of a razorblade every night before going to sleep trace little hearts around her left arm. the scars reveal the hidden truths, she was never to be happy. this was her nightmare, one she could foretell even as a baby. her mother drowned in alcohol and drugs, she was on the verge.

she's one fucked up child, what they always told her. now grown up, she is imagining her world filled with rainbows and puppydogs. that world doesn't seem to be real to her anymore. it doesn't exist. she lives knowing the pain lives on, won't escape her inner being. her mind is clogged up, foggy.

the glass fixtures are filled of raw damaged love. she fell too soon, down the path of another castle burning down. her place in hell was being seen as the near future. a hell on earth that caused her tears to turn red. her face was white, like winter's cocaine dripping from those snow filled clouds last december.

[maybe she never existed, maybe she was only just a lie.]