She takes pictures
To capture moments of time
Fragments of her life
That fade with time
She takes photographs of everyone
She loves knowing
They will age
And wither away
Striving to keep them alive
Blinded by truth
Truth is blind itself
Sleeping with her camera
To never miss a moment
The flashes are her life
Bright and photogenic
Hair made of negatives
Lips made of memories
Eyes drowned with pain
Tears made of chemicals
That have developed over time
Everything has died
Overexposig her fragile heart
Poisonous pain
Addicting and deceiving
All the pictures of them