Beauty, plagues me with rages
of insanity, putting my innocence in the line of fire, questioning my
identity of religious sanctions but alas, resist u i cannot. The more i
try to look away, the more i'm tested to turn again. She moves, uniform
in motion with her troupe, so intuned with the music u could have sworn
she wasn't a mere mortal. In my mind i crumble, bowing before the
majestic glow of this entity, much more of a goddess. I can only wait
like a stone on my seat to hide my shame of inferiority, drawing my
hands over my head, maintaining my composure. She puts up a smile,
stabbing my soul with agony. Lord, my heart is willing but my mind is
much to weak for this passage to happiness. Another hour of lust,
another day wasted. This is my world. Gd nite cretins. Sleep well.