In a toothless grin of roguery, the Faint wanes poetic. I see right through the girl and find the nothing she stands for. Its her own insecurities that keep her hidden in this masquerade. Something alluring about her facetiousness, the familiarity with which we associate our best friends from TeleVision. Maybe her vicious flavour du jour will treat her better this than she makes herself out to be worth.
Yet, I'm not mad at her. I'm angry for her. She could do so much better. She is so much better.
I wish I could be the Pied Piper for the fucked up generations that media razed.
Is the divinity really disappearing day by day?
1 comment:
Our culture today is deceiving the people it has made. They think they can do anything, but are to lazy to achieve anything. It reminds me of an article i read in the New York post called
"VERY LOW OPINION OF TOO-HIGH SELF-ESTEEM"
you should check it out :)
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