Lookin' gossip today

I'm a bloody monster is what I am.

Abusing and self-abused, like a masochistic whipper straining to look good under the public eye, pretty death throes of the victim, no applause.
Prancing around naked with a fig leaf on, barely hiding what it longs to reveal, sputtering about wounds kept open with flows of saliva.
And climbing up on a neverending pile of rolling corpses, all better off than the sweating and ridiculous mountainman. Makeup splurged around in big grudgy spots. Parade. And high heels smash the fragile skin-toned glass.

Someone just slap the nuisance.
I'm losing all.