• Glassy eyes shape my pages
    Dazzled by nothing, but unfamiliar phases
    That warp their minds
    Breach their souls
    Turn them into everyday whores
    For the obvious Hollywood lighting
    That very few come back from fighting
    With closed fists, smirking lips
    Bodies torn to trivial bits
    Because their unclothed eyes saw the truth
    Witnessed the corpses taking back their youth
    With unwise procedures, for the sake of fame
    Just so that the crowd wouldn't mock their name
    Oh dear God, how could such chaos go on?
    When so many artists are looking for that renewed dawn
    Where the world will realize that their greatest talents are gone
    All because they were too afraid to face their own childlike ways
    And understand that the world never had anything to say
    About what you became
    Only the appearance you retained
    And the price that you paid
    Was spent on shame