Backdrop of midnight lightening and rain,
Chaos lighting the sky and your face in vain.
A face submerged in stigma and abyss,
A face cosmetic in itís chrysalis.
Caused by a mishap from a tattered fool,
Drowned in his own boozes.
Scorched, you had to learn to tolerate your own image in the mirror,
The asinine one has taken from you what was once held dear.
The darkness of the lightening when it subsides,
Provides your grotesqueness a place to hide.
Even now that the storm has gone,
The shame and pain within you will go on for far to long.