Drag her down to the depths of hell
and yet she would smile.
But bring her back to the heavenly bliss
She'd think of it as a waste of time
If people were to assume I'm beautiful
It's only for I, to be a vessel
A mere vessel for the regals to sip their tea in,
tea brimming with societal expectations
Beheld to still feel pretty
Wreck her body till the atoms watch the fool dissolve
And yet her desponded smile remains
But give her the optimum amount of attention
She'd succumb and claim it's just a game
But once used, will have its demise due
and so had I,
and so will I
crack soon when I fail to resonate
Once held by elite fingers, now adorned with dirt
State your desire with a heap of credence
She'd break a leg to fulfill your purchase
And break her demeanour and show your vice
She'd take it with a smile that screams grace
Still, who's to blame?
It was all my fault to amend
My fault for considering the courage,
the courage of breaking hellions' hearts,
as happiness: in knowing that it resides in the ones still beating
Taint her spirit with blues, greens and greys
Make her plight hilariously miserable
And here she thrives with forbidden glee
The euphoric descent: miserably hilarious

