Singe, please, melt it all away
Please grant me beauty, if just for a day
Cut deep into thine flesh, till it turns to bone
Remove all that is soft, and turn what's left to stone
Take all insecurities, please reverse thy flaws
Reveal nothing but plastic, never leave it raw
For now I sit upon my throne fattened like a cow
I would offer up thy soul, if you could change me now
This pain that wallows within is much more than skin deep
For such a hideous ugly face, had tears in which it weeps
If there is no beauty, may you set me free
From all these ******* standards in which everyone expects to see

We
The
Fallen

Spinning in a downward spiral
Like a sickness going viral
Bringing down the life of many
Sinking to the sea...
Screaming, crying 'help me out'
No one listens to her shout
Falling beneath the crashing waves
Of social acceptance...
She's breathing, not living
She wonders if she's worth saving
From the peer pressure from those above
To get out of the addiction to drugs...

Soft whispers are adrift,
Stealing small children from their sweet dreams
These creatures are known to be keen and swift
Their appearance not quite as it seems.

In fact these creatures are not visible at all.
For they are much more complicated than that.
Sneaking around the shadows of the hall.
Stalking you just like a cat.

This thing in which you now read explains
These creatures called drugs that feed off our curiosities.
Feasting on our addictions until nothing remains
And they help show us abusers our insecurities.

Utinam hic quidem me solum relinquatis et caerulei oculi penetrare cogitabant mala mihi. Crudelibus modis agit , et intuitus est angeli.