Believe

black lace tangled with black hair a dark black look a blank black stare, do you really think i care? pink hightops graze bare legs a contrast of pink to white the last of society's leftover dregs, from freedom one begs. bizarre gaze puzzled looks devoured by art alone, in crannies and nooks looking for the good old hooks. when one says fuck you world you turn your back and sullenly mope becomes entangled in a reality created by dope. the drugs that heal us do not cure. the ones what want we can never be sure. fallen from grace angel without wings tears upon it's face... lost now forever succumbed to a world where everything numbed. feelings that hide brewed steady steeped deep held hostage inside escape through art silent cries for attention the world of isolation constant detention. arret! no, don't. follow... follow... followers lead and leaders follow shallow breathes one deep swallow. linger long and forever forget where was it that we belong? society is nothing more than what we create you call it fate? destiny becomes us the future lays in the past i guess thats why freedom of expression can never last. so you're a freak now are you? are you true to yourself are you what you do? or is it a phase a passing stage to find oneself and realize these be not the right ways? or is it a lifetime a style to live by is it a mess that we wallow in deep? the sickness breeds inside the norm the sickness is where i call home. you think we're odd you made us. you made us the freaks is it wrong oh. it looks bleak. if change can't replace the feelings of loss where then can the next halo be tossed? saints and martyrs devils and viper's broods... are we not the same. are we not yet all the ones to blame, if you stepped back second glance take your chance second guess excuse me sir im not at my best and yet strive on to be what im not to do what is right forget what we're taught. could you find love could you find Jesus if you looked in the dark would it be in your heart? or are you like the rest taking but never giving. gracious spacious a world without walls then how can one be outside of the box. is there a box? or is it a hoax. why are we nothing more than the fabric of our cloaks. so you are tweed, and he is denim. richest satin forgiveness is murder to step out of line to forget, chance it. oh, how divine. can you live and let live how long till you find yourself in black lace mourning forgetting crying out to find your place? death beseeches life beneath us. better now yet not any forget it. i have but one idea not many. so stick to the rules but i have to wonder if we're not meant to question why do so many blunder? is the Devil temptation or is he salvation? saving the state from change and mass liberalization? are you afraid? afriad of the dark, afraid of ideas you cannot yet grasp? I think it's God's will that we move on and better the world why not give graces where second chances not granted? the devil tempts us all with he sweet siren call. you want the best but do you realize what you do to achieve? look past the skin now look deep ...believe. xoxo Ellie J