Wrecked

"She was wearing the same clothes, but now she looked haggard and dirty. The delicate illusions that get us through life can only stand so much strain." Hunter S. Thompson

A spiral of smoke lures you into a stunned trance. The pictures in your head blur into mercurial ghosts, and your memories are muddy and unclear.

This is the beautiful way you fuck up your mind.

You look right at me with your hard silver eyes. Nothing but dull, chipped mirrors that are shallow and bleak. You're numb to fear, pain and anger. Tears evaporate before they hit the ground 

There was something there once. Do you remember who you used to be?

A fledgling, young and sweet. But constant chemical waves have eroded the shore of your soul away.

People knock on your door, call your name, look inside.

But anything valuable has been stolen or destroyed.

Nobody voiced concern anymore. No point in wasting words. 

Because even though you're broke and devastated and insane...

...you'll sit there calmly

Open your lipstick-stained mouth

And lie

And lie 

And lie