She Saw the Light, but Chose the Darkness

She’s such a beautiful dreamer,
with a deep need for regret.
She’s always making the headlines;
can’t help but to take the bets.
She’s wearing rubies ‘round her neck,
and there are diamonds in her eyes.
She walks a path of self-destruction,
and tends to soothe her mind with lies.
But it helps her feel alive,
to be walking on the wire.
She just has to taste the danger,
and she needs to feel that fire.
She paints herself a picture,
the brush strokes line her arm.
Then her smile is her alibi,
denies she’s causing any harm.
At times she cannot stop it,
bile rises in her throat.
She coughs, she cries, she sputters,
unsure if she’ll sink or float.
But she pulls back before she gets there,
and each time it is the same.
She puts in place her trusty mask,
and continues her little game.