And then she was gone for long

fitted her breathes in the X's song

Wasn't entirely sure,

If the sedative of poison is her only cure.

The winds over the grass were hard and vigorous

bruised fingers were tapping on the stranded chorus.

A ball where the grave's bone dances

her thoughts met her black mirror and they both had lenses,

A short season between two silences

she was away from the country crisis,

her toes curled, rehearsing steps from the start

She knew, she was incapable of tolerating her own heart,

Where there is a roof of the violet clouds

she held a trigger with some tangled doubts,

Until her conscience can help her comprehend

her wrist had wiggly handshake with the blade to blend

If she is called the virtue of blames

then why not the hunter himself claims,

She painted the walls with black ashes

Pulled the trigger, grey blood splashes,

Now her silk skin is in the cemetery

Her soul had a flight to sea, drug free

then a devil saw her, tried to summon

Reflected by the fact all monsters are

human.

Everybody Dies in Their Nightmares - XXXTENTACION