Waking The Death From Inside

From blush to liner
Foundations of hiding
Smoking the needing
Maybe it will all disappear
A tango in your mind
A hit to hide the pain
Then a hit to hide the hit
You swear only one more
Wake you’re awake
The world is dead
So you’ll join it
Wake you’re awake
Go to sleep
You’ve melted with the floor
A shriek comes down the hall
But hearing’s deceiving
And sights toy with the mind
Two by three
On the floor imagining
Just fighting to live
Your sugar plums' rotting
Rest in peace