A song, written in boredom, yet conveys many messages.
Can you see the message?
Of pink and purple tantrums, crawls the skin of which its borne.
Ignorance has dethroned your apple from its worldly eye.
The leprous skin of reason dies with each drawn breath.
Devotion to this sickness, as though hewn from living stone.
Blisters of existance stained with blood of the emotion.
Hating the weathered hand that fed clothes and scars.
Embracing madness with affection evident by the bruising.
Biting horror with the teeth called faith, and the suffering never felt so complete.
Can you see the message?