I am lost in my reflection,
painting away my pain,
ebony across my eyelids and pink paint on my soft lips.
This is just the vanity of the violet divinity,
with my eyelashes thunderous and thick,
throat full of codeine that tampers with my whisky dreams.
Dreams where I am not defined by what I see,
because I just feel sweet peach lights dancing all across my skin,
soft violins play out the sun set,
and I am so beautiful.