Pale-Faced Juliet

Part One

White face, utter disgrace, running away in such a haste.
Hiding the blood, the sweat, the tears under pale-colored paste.
Running from something she can never escape.
That tears down every thought of her ever being safe.
She's destined to fall, to trip, to suffer it all....
Destined to crumble, to tremble, to end it all.
With words bearing down on her of the utmost Saint.
She turns to the blade, adds a fresh coat of paint.
But this time she adds a couple more layers.
She opens the bottle to help elongate the layer!
She screams and cries wishing someone to hear her.
But she's met with silence! She goes deeper and deeper!
Adding new layers, popping more pills, whatever it takes to feel lively again!
Hacking and slicing, spreading the paint, this time is it, she's pouring the gin!
She goes on and on, when will it stop! When will she give up and shut the fuck up!
Tonight's not that night, she's ending it now! Her mind screams stop, her heart beats up!
Hours go by, everything's gone, one spot missed, she closes her eyes.
She raises the blade to her cold-throbbing neck, adds a little more paint, and says goodbye...

Part Two

The screen goes dark, but arises anew.
Its raining now, with an odd but satisfying hue.
You see center stage a girl with no name, covered in dry clay paint.
Broken and chipped with liveliness faint.
But as time passes by, the clay comes alive....
Running from miss no name to the sewer drain, to its hive.
And as you watch closely her skin starts to show.
You gaze in bewildered awe, with tears running slow.
You see the true her, naked, exposed.
The blacks, the blues, and the purples enclosed.
A beautiful creation taken advantage of, despised.
Raped and used, poor child, beaten and abused.
And all she wanted was the help of a friend.
But she had none you see, she was abandoned in the end.
Take a good look at the girl set before you.
This could be anyone, take a look, see who's really who!
Like our no named stranger who has come up to be.
Who we judged and despised... without ever trying to see.
But look closely children at this beautiful doll.
If you look above her breast, carved in is her name if I recall.
And as you take a quick glance, the curtains begin to set.
Hiding away the pain, the struggle, the beauty... of our Pale-faced Juliet...