Rigid and fraying on the edges
Colours fading from constant exposure to the weather
An emotional wreck
with such a beautiful face
Commercialized decievement only the blind would believe
An existence greater then dissapointment itself
Such great composure
Stringing along such poor results
A seed that never budded
Vain, it's all in vain
Nothing but a mere trickle of laughter
Slight smirk, and reaction of astonishment
Towards pathetic gestures
Time ticks
Beauty fades
All that remains are the substance and intentions
Ugly they are
I truly say this is befoulment
The bitter taste that stains the tongue
And never completely leaves even when washed out
Just that perfect shell, with nothing to contain
A beautiful disaster
With a loss at words
Is nothing but beyond repair