They cut up her face
to spite who knows
She cut off some weight
despite her bones
She’s starved for grace
like a hungry ghost
Is it passion?
Is it addiction?
The way she suffers
so stranger than fiction
She’s waning away
just like the moon
It’s just the way
the darkness consumes
As they edit away
her absolute heart of the poem
Cut, copy paste
they stretched the truth
across her face
Now the disenchanted runway
calls her name
“Depersonalization"
Baby girl,
you were born
with it
Now you’ve
just been
manipulated!
The transformation
was a success
but you’re still sentient!
Screaming
"Being like everybody
is like being nobody
and this body
is no body
it’s a plastic prison"
built on a template
of all your false expectations
We need to
cut off the face
of the status quo
There’s nothing divine
left to her ratio
Knock the Goddess
from the pedestal
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
They cut up her face
to spite who knows
She cut off some weight
despite her bones
She’s starved for grace
like a hungry ghost
Is it passion?
Is it addiction?
The way she suffers
so stranger than fiction
She’s waning away
just like the moon
It’s just the way
the darkness consumes
As they edit away
her absolute heart of the poem
Cut, copy paste
they stretched the truth
across her face
Now the disenchanted runway
calls her name
“Depersonalization"
Baby girl,
you were born
with it
Now you’ve
just been
manipulated!
The transformation
was a success
but you’re still sentient!
Screaming
"Being like everybody
is like being nobody
and this body
is no body
it’s a plastic prison"
built on a template
of all your false expectations
We need to
cut off the face
of the status quo
There’s nothing divine
left to her ratio
Knock the Goddess
from the pedestal
Inspired by a Twilight Zone Episode. Named after an art exhibit of the same name. This is part 3 of Movement about the Goddess archetype for a rock opera I'm writing.
https://soundcloud.com/therookielot/fashioning-the-object
