Vandalized,

Raked,

Ripped apart by a melodious gaze.

The cloak of beauty,

Gasping for air for its victims,

Breath is taken for granted.

A curtain,

It hangs over the light,

Beautiful illumination implanted into darkness.

The sounds of happiness,

Covered,

Hidden by a warped reality.

There once was a hole,

Many fell into it,

And most never came back.

There cloaks torn,

Ripped apart by one knife,

A blade of humility and vulnerability.

Who would fall into this,

Why would they want a life full of vanity?

Fake smiles, and empty eyes stare at them so helplessly.

Jagged edges,

Black, and dull pupils
,
The interlocked look is vigilant.

Tattered, 

Abandoned,

The life of volatile beauty and emotion.