Hanging on by a gold fragment.....

Look in the mirror, my eyes see a shell.  I think my soul chose to leave me alone with my deceit.  It makes me want to claw my eyes out so I could be blind to myself.  I wish I could slough my skin like a slithery snake.  I would be shiny and fresh then.  Maybe it would change my nearly black heart.  One gold fragment lingers on just to be buried over and over again by my lies.  It smirks at me like a conceited fuck.  I wish it would succumb and I could be wicked through and through.  To not think of anyone else but my wants and needs.  I can say all the words but that everlasting fragment won't die.  So here I am.