Beau Suicide

My face is blue

My mirror so sad

With myself as a picture

I'm done with my last drink

My clouds wipe my make up off

And under the white

The color blue...

And red, on the edge of my glass

The angel of despair

Whispers in my ears

That my face is blue, is livid

That my face is in the mirror

I tease myself

Be back home late tonight

Must have slipped on the pavement

Dark with sadness

Graze the moon in the gutter

Fuck not again

And claw my guts out

My face is blue tonight

My mirror cries at my reflection

Will I see it again someday?