Turquoise

I see the tears falling from your electric eyes,
They flood the seas and burn the skies.
Masking your vanity with this sad state of affairs,
Bleeding empty words into their synthetic stares.
You can damn my soul,
I am holding this turquoise in my hands,
The truth will be shown.
Insanity is creeping in the tide is running high,
Trapped inside a photograph of you,
A youthful innocence you cannot buy.
They'll paint you pretty,
They'll paint you tragic.
Sugar coat your perfect lips,
Make you the new habit (of the weak).
Kiss the mirror,
Remember you're a star.
Next time discard the evidence,
Before you fall so hard.