Description: Bad girl, bad, bad, bad (finger pointing at you as you discover you've done something bad...) This is the beginning of many more finger pointing. Soon, you're pointing the finger at yourself saying the same exact words... to yourself.
Struggles of a Good Girl -------------------------------------------
Eyes of wisdom gazing in the mirror
Or is it a glare of corruption…
The difference exists no more.
My shield is fading
Walls are cracking
Internal structure collapsing
I am left beyond repair.
Knowledge crosses my mind
With a few hints of random blogs.
The truth defenseless
Against the tyranny of lies.
Venom cautiously walks in
Waiting for a declined invitation;
Fearing the existence of innocence
Yet unaware that such force is dead.
Candles of love burning bright
Or has it turned into a lustful night?
Hands exploring undiscovered lands
Body moving towards forbidden hands
Stop signs nowhere to be found.
Sound of rationality, a lifeless silent
The animalistic ritual set in motion;
Shedding the rules to its raw essence.
Struggles of a good girl thrashing about
For a past that bears no resemblance to now.
Repeated mumbles of affirmative goodness
Does nothing to soothe the empathic soul,
Who has engraved the guilt of pleasurable events
Unable to see the innocence of the day before.
Changed, altered; corrupted
Goodbye to that which has been lost.