Bones Don't Lie
-MistressAli

I put my fingers to my face and press down on the soft flawed skin.
There's something morbid under there, something scary, and yet desired. 
The hardened white - the bone. 

They'd never know. 
The weakness of this personality, the stupidity inside this brain.
They'd never know.
When now it's withered tissue, when now it's a heap of dust. 

When flesh has rotted and bones lay still, they'll never know.
This fat graceless body - they'll never know
This red-marked face, this ugliness. 
They'll never know. 
Bones don't lie, but they omit. They will never tell the truth. 

It's better that way. The only way to be perfect. 

Or perhaps, it's better to burn to ash and be thrust into the wind. No place to keep me. 

No one to remember me. 
No one to ever know.