Fashion as a Weapon - BoySetsFire

Shackles kill but look so lovely

Maintain reputation

Squeezed to fit the mold she’s made to

Living their aesthetics

Giving freely but dishonor

Sun peeling resource

Glued to paper for their anger, her beauty

Someone please acknowledge me

Whatever it takes for you to love me

Fill me full of shame and let me be a part

In your insignifigant worl

(i will live and die)

Pills and fingers help sustain her

Need for their approval

Eyes as dark and caring holes to

Pluck out when unneeded

Faith in what she thought she was is

Steadily decaying

In her blood she writhes for hours

Their victim

Someone please acknowledge me

Whatever it takes for you to love me

Fill me full of shame and let me a part

In your insignifigant world

I will and die