Flesh couture

lets say for arts sake
we killed ourselves tonight
in our dreams we could live forever
immortalised in our beauty
dont say i didnt warn you, beauty can be revearsed
expose to me, the heart strings deep within
until it bleeds
for one day of beauty
you pinned your hopes, upon the mirror and now it cuts your skin
shattered by your own reflection
do you recall your own fucking face
she looked so beuatifull, fashioned in her own dispair
a fitting end to fashion
her source of suicide
beneath the veil of make up, your soul has slowly died
an endless wave of matyrs, dressed in a sea of black
to serenade the serpents, this scene has turned its back
feel this shatter
to the ground
your misfortunes i resound
so clean yourself up bitch
the fragments you savour
are bareley held together
your basis for reason, compounded by the seasons
i suffered the arrows, your heart a formless shadow
beneath the lies, your wings have been dissected
from this fashion, the dead arise
and with its failure, we breathe new life.