Under Her Sleeve
From the river flowing into the sea
Golden towers stand watching me
Step inside the room and the walls are cracked
A vanished doll still lingers haunting me
Across the sky the fire streaks A fading hand clenches tight
She paints her lips and walks into the light
The stage adorns her mask within the night
She tells a story no one cares to believe
By chance a hidden gun revealed under her sleeve
She tastes like cake with bitter smoke inside
Like crystal sugar sharp and undefined
She glows with light no one can truly own
Yet hides heavy confusion hers alone
Upon her face the shining teardrops fall
The trigger is pulled she smiles through it all
