She was once a pretty Bird,
blonde and quirky,
Blue eyes and thin from her talisman
Holding her tall and better than the average person.
.
Pretty pink vomits the place
And stains her life away.
Her beauty had been licked off.
.
The pretty cake with its pink bows and Benetton luck
Is all sour and faded colors of a million bucks.
.
Now, her reflection is ugly,
She consumed her own hatred for humanity.
She walks around,
she's lost her wings,
just a whimsical thing.
.
Now, she is no longer a pretty bird,
Just a plain Jane whose cake cries and scorns —
And her glitter vomit reveals the horns
Beneath the bows she once adorned.