Clothing of Lies
-MistressAli

A crown of razor blades
A necklace of blood
A dusting of dried tears
The stale perfume of dead hope.
These are the things I am clothed with.
This is the skin I was born with.
For other's amusement I am given eyes
And a mirror
So I can see myself, always. 
This is the life I have laid out before me.