Day 8

Been a long time, but now it's time to post once more . This is about how sexualized people have become. How displaced our 'icons' have made us.

From sitting in this chair I've come to realize,

Though we live by heart, right from the start,

The words of others resignate, 

An image construed by lies,

Our sexuall urges shielding our eyes.

Though I pray myself to become an image in their eyes,

I can't help but feel that I will be dry.

Fall into the trap that society creates,

Descend into the bowels of prejudice and hate.

So shallow is the web they weave,

That maybe we who sit as I have no hope.

So as skeletons shamble down busy streets,

Prostitution filling their wallets green and weak,

Painting my face with lust

To become this so called 'first rate.'

I can't help but to call it fake.

Author's Note

All critique appreciated! ^_^