Fashion Soldier
So softly you apply your mask Your lipstick, pencil and your brush How holy seems the dress Such price could not be but divine You
Ugh.....
Why cover up ourselves in our own lies
We fill the air with guilty smoke
If only I could print her portrait in my heart
And leave behind
Necessity of Glamour !
One can never have the title and personal satisfaction of being too Glamorous !
It simply doesnt exist!
We cover ourselves with MAC make-up and dress up
The Blooming Flower of Decay
The beauty needed
Filth invaded
Face looks tired
Bitter sweetened
Blooming fast
Invading Hearts
It will not last
Spoiling your holy tarts
Needles and powder
Corrupt invasion
Youth bleeding faster
Losing all hope in action
Picked at












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