lizbethlee

Struggling with the loss of Self expressive beauty I speak My prophosies [sp?] into any ear That will spare a moment of its Time to hear my beliefs. However usefull the human mind May seem though, It deforms Thoughts as soon as the are A b s o r b e d. What once was beauty is Now simply time wasted. And vise versa. "WHIMPS!" I say " YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DRUNK ON SOCIETIES LIES!" Of course, is what is now Considerd todays real beauty Not simply the lies of yesterday And tommorow?

The ground is coated in Natures white innocence And I'm thinking of the dead animal That's keeping us warm. I bet it had more morals than we do. And the trees are the only Ones watching, yet... Our distance is kept. So unflattering to our personality of Typical risky profanity. Your lies were so thick and sharp I'm surprised they didn't slit Your throat everytime you got closer To what you wanted. Because you and I Is like working towards Purity already lost.

Could you read my lips When they were pressed against yours? Muffled screams of profanity Regarding self image And your yearning hard on. Only moments was the feeling Mutually felt between us. Threats of death caressed your thoughts Spilling out between various other lies Serching for words of Moist tonges you never once tasted. Encouragement to store the chemicals In a place so well hidden The only pain you ever felt Was abandonment from your own Self worth. Mine was never offered as a sacrifice To replace what razors had Cut away along with Pieces of your skin. And though you could make just about Anything beautiful...

And would you still think you were beautiful If I couldn't speak? And would your self esteem remain Without the promise of my pillows and my sheets? I'm writing for the best, But you're used to getting worse... Though you were the one to utter Those three flilthy words first. And to add to the situation its so easy To eloquently violate your skin, Because you're vulnerable on the outside, And vulnerable within. But after seeing what i've built And how good my sketchy architecture is... I swear that i will never let you fall.