Paparazzi

She opened her eyes to flashes, snapshots.
Paparazzi.

You can't see her anymore.
Surrounded by the dull pall of smoke.
Significant of your own demise.

For her it's a reincarnation.
For you... You won't ever stop. Ever.
With the blame game,
will you?
Paparazzi.

Champagne glasses clinked.
Dark rooms blinked.
She chooses to immerse herself.
She put away her addiction, her obsession.
She put you away.
Far on a dusty shelf.

Her thoughts still stray.
Her life a living stage.
People see her differently.
Who people?
The dummies.
With buttons for eyes.
Paparazzi.

Too late.
Don't call out to her now.
Blue blood is all that flows through her veins.
She's shielded.
From the disease called 'You.'

Why are you still trying?
Paparazzi?

As always.
Nobody cares.