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Hiding scars on your perfectly shattered face

Eyes half-closed - you don't want to see

Paint the red lines, ones that draw you

Dust has settled, filled the cracks beneath

All colours bleed into each other

Your sad eyes, your cracked skin

These things age has done to you

Broken vessels whiskey has left behind

Cracked lips from weathering the storm

Soothing, smoothing, things you've done wrong

Broad strokes will hide the things you mourn

And now the piercings bleed

From disuse and misuse

and You can recreate them

It's just a little pain

A broken, painted doll lies on the floor

Not ready to face them

Dreading the knock upon the door

The final curtain