beauty

Give me all my colours
Let me paint you to my liking
And undress you to my basest needs
Inside I feel it feebly fighting
I can hear your confussion as it breathes

Spill the flamboyance around
Beauty needs no decoration
It only keeps her safely bound
Ready, always in preparation
for another celebration
of the seeming and the plastic
for the seeing and the drastic
drowned in opium haze
Another way to pass the days

Give me all my colours
But I'll only use the colour brown
Grip your head in a gilted crown
I'll grace your brow a silver frown
Stripe you in a dazzling flower-gown
And I'll let you fall down down down
To have a chance to drown drown drown
In the muddy brown downtown

Beauty of the colours
Shine with porcelain skin
Aspire to a better end
Shatter for a smaller thing
Your knees are bent
My mind is ever rental
The damage only mental
The cosmetics are experimental
But you try it anyway
Another passing day
As millions shop on e-bay
But we care only of the beauty
of the skin, the tissue and the eyes
colours, hues, softness, no wrincles
As you kiss the successive cuttie
The spark of passion dies with twinkles

Give me all the dollars
I'll wrap you up in devil green
In my attemps to seize my passions
To grant charisma still unseen
Apply to you the latest city fashions

Sound of reality brings beauty back on earth
Right next to the filth that gave her birth
Where she is most bright
Shines in day and night
Can you revive my sense for life
I'm tired of working nine to five
As apathy asphixiates me
On beauty I depend to save me
...grave me...