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Rose Colored Depravity

I can’t see the thorns in the shape of the bloom
When demons masquerade in beauty
Enchantment, the blind optimism
Count down to ultimatum confessions

We are lulled to sleep in the throes of comfort
Wake up to see the reality
Our smiles sell our hopes like there’s substance to them

Chasing all the wrong things
Pleasures and social prestige
Set the stage
Everything is routine
In circles we breathe like we’re here to stay

Bought on the material and failing to see the cost
How far will we stray away from true purpose before we find out that we’re lost

Temptations roses perfumed of poison
Enraptured by the bouquet
Enlivening senses yet dying on the inside
Till all wilts and fades away

Looking through the glasses
Sprucing up death in the veils of paradise
Pay no attention to the consequence behind the curtain
Dragged away by the will to carnally entice
The lie never felt truer than the way the satisfaction appears so certain

Dancing down the isle
The romance of the dream
Passions arouse to a whole new level
Betroth your soul by way of hearts for sell
Pronounce the addict to his devil
As indulgence makes its home in hell…
Written by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)
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