Something churns
Something groans
Pleasure and pain bred together

A hurricane in a power plant
A fictitious promise
Of failure and frailty

If my thoughts were words
A falling statue I would be
Many would fall with me
Deep into the sea
Foam, my replacement

Push a pen to my eyes
A bag to my head
Make me blind
I'd rather not see the lies

Your definition of beauty
Is as the paint on your face
Less than skin deep