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.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
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.
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