Draperies Paroles

Nothing but

Dressed up

In a different skin

We are consumed by

Cruelty.



Deranged, out of breath

From night to night

We succumb to the shadows

We feel like moths


Decayed, broken

The facade is exposed

Teared, grimed

The wounds are too deep.



Through flesh and bones

It burns a feeling

Of a lost control

Of what was given.