WROTE OFF.

WROTE OFF.
sneak

She can't escape the feeling.
She's felt this way before.
Professionally disordered.
Her life resembles war.
Cosmetics make excuses.
Her perfume strips the air.
A mini skirt so tiny.
It almost isn't there.
A silicon disaster.
Cigarette in hand.
We wait upon her sanity.
One day she will crash-land.
She's falling at each hurdle.
Pretension knows the score.
She touts her own misfortune.
And still comes back for more.
More tragic ammunition.
More chemicals than sense.
She lives for happy endings.
A place she calls 'Pretence'
Profoundly maladjusted.
Joy riding brings her down.
Self harming nothing special.
Alleviated frown.
Just a mindless second.
Formidable caress.
The climax of existence.
Equates to mangled mess.
The morbid and sadistic.
Perverted human race.
She was going nowhere.
Dead roses mark the place.
Mangled skin and metal.
Oil, petrol, blood.
Wrote off in a moment.
She left us all for good.

Sneak.

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