putting on a nice dress
as though you're wrapping up a wound
trying to find the girl you once were
in pink frills and glitter lashes
but it doesn't wash away your sins
and bandages won't fix cracked porcelain
instead it cuts everything you touch
you look up
the sky is empty
no god will clean you pure
you can't take a soul from a soulless body anyway
you sold it to the nymph