Lost Angeles

Oh how the city of cast out souls and Unforbidden dreams grabs me into her hypnotic clutches.
An angel by design, but a lost demon in the soul she entices me to go for the fame and limelight.
She tells me to let her rebuild my entire persona and build a facade based off taking my career to a new international height.
She blinds me with reflections of a plastic surgeon's flaw ridden touches.
She bathes me in the unforgetten souls of fallen Hollywood starlets.
Molding me to let the paparazzi defame my character and leave my morals at the gateway.
Only to let the tabloids see me as a fame induced monster feigning for the devil's pay.
She blew my money on private jets and more illegal body augmentations.

But oh my sweet Los Angeles give me my Hollywood star cemented on your golden pavements.
My star crossed lover place me on my rightful throne next to the A list celebrities.
Take me on your magical, mystical voyage where the human dreams are mere figments.
Where I can meet people with flamboyant and out of this world personalities.
Sweet city of Lost Angels with your street urchins, crushed dreams and high class elegance
Take me under your enchanted angel wings and turn me into a star that conveys the upmost arrogance.