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I smiled in ruin, painted in pain— roses blooming from my vein. They called it grace when I gave in, but darling, I wore my sin. Beauty's grave is velvet-lined— and I laid there by design.
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Lipstick smudged like warpaint tears Mascara dripping from ghost years Mirror cracked, but I still pose A flower blooming from a grave I chose They said I looked divine So I let myself decline Dead pretty, darling, I decay in style Laying in lace with a feral smile Broken glass and powdered blush Turned my ruin into hush I was born to be adored Even when I’m on the floor Dead pretty, bruised and blessed Bleeding through my Sunday dress Perfume like a final breath Heels clicking toward my death But tell me I’m gorgeous, tell me I shine Even when the pulse isn’t mine They said I looked divine So I drank the red like wine Dead pretty, darling, I decay in style Laying in lace with a feral smile Broken glass and powdered blush Turned my ruin into hush I was born to be adored Even when I’m on the floor Dead pretty, bruised and blessed Bleeding through my Sunday dress If beauty’s a curse, Then I was crowned With petals of pain And no way down Dead pretty, whisper me sweet Even when I’m in defeat No heaven, no vanity left to spill Just a body that looked good Staying still
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