Superficial landmine

You must desire a lonesome death
If clear skin , cudicles and perfect hair
Mean comfort

We may walk this superficial land
We don't have to live in it
Work with it
We can just be done with it

Don't tell me who to love
Don't tell me who to f**k
Never assume beauty
Darkness is poetry
An this poet is a glutton for true beauty

Take your hair out of the chemicals
Take your skin off the scrub
Leave the poison that illuminates such fragile skin
An find inner beauty and treasure all within

Scars are stories, I'll tell you a few
Elastic bones and brittle lashes
Choke my eyes and stretch my hope
Awake now the dreams are grand
What can love do if it can not withstand
Flaws

I'm opening windows opening doors
An on the other side was often false jaws
Shrunken noses cheeks inflated
An I came to anticipate this

We must desire a lonesome death
If our external media driven magazine written plastic fantastic doll like appearance
Comes first second and third
An the rest of life is financially preferred