The Abused

A salty layer transforms the face,a shriveled testimony hides from grace.The cause of what created your form,made you love things out of the norm.Touching the skin translucient and soft sounds like a pretty thing to be bought.Rendezvous once with your favorite type,then afterwards you've won the fight.So you thought you didn't lose,you became the unkemptyou became the abused.Everyone knows and they feel amused to laugh with spite at the ones abused.