Lonely Dawn week2: Monday> Aging Art

Lonely Dawn week 2
Chapter: Painful freedom 

Aging Art

You stand upon the barstool

Pale skin with no pores

Slowly-moving hands will show me

All I want to let me know is out there

Cheap perfumes with satin dresses

Wearing high-heels is overated

Lips so stained with all the blood

Women bodies are made of plastic

And I am

Standing there staring at the secret supper

Years and Years

Passed by but we are still the same

Cracks and Blurring is all we have on our faces

And I'm screaming from my tomb

And I am

Standing there staring at the chaos

Years and Ages

Passed by but we are still kissing horns

Cracks and Blurring are all a part

Of Aging Art

You stand upon the bar

Dancing with the snakes

And they are hissing temptation

"Apples are invention"

I've got lines and dots throughout my face

perfect measurement before I enter the stage

Singer in the bathroom

Because I can't wait

And I am

Standing there staring at destruction

Years and centuries

Built upon the feeling of satisfaction

Cracks and Blurring are all we have on pages

And I'm screaming from my tomb

And I am

Standing there staring at You

Years and Years

Passed by but my feelings won't change

And we're looking at each other's faces

Cracks and Blurring are all a part

Of our beautiful

Aging Art

-Pete M. Yangin

for: Lonely Dawn