When did a women become another picture to stare...
when did the perfect girl become the one with out...
Cradle every silver tear
In velvet midnights arms...
Every time I turn around
Is another stare conveyed...
Who could know that deep inside
monsters, within you, reside...
On the blood fields they cry
Young men needlessly die...
Balancing appearance drifts,
One face to another lifts...
Stealing a life of one who can't control.
It isn't fair how they must die...
Life will Bring you down to your knees
and some days it will seam worse...
Existence seems to escalate.
Appearances unfold into what can only be...
Your conscience, your campus
As a poet, don't lose it...
Alright. People say the meanings fuzzy, so here:
It's about a girl [let's say myself] defending a...
We do what we must
In order to survive...