Lletres: The Red Shore. Flesh Couture.

lets say for arts sake


we killed ourselves tonight


in our dreams we could live forever


immortalized in our beauty


don't say i didn't warn you, beauty can be reversed


expose to me, the heart stings deep within


until it bleeds


for one day of beauty


you pinned your hopes, upon the mirror and now it cuts your skin


shattered by your own reflection


do you recall your own fucking face


she looked so beautiful, fashioned in her own despair


a fitting end to fashion


her source of suicide


beneath the veil of make up, your soul has slowly died


an endless wave of martyrs, dressed in a sea of black


to serenade the serpents, this scene has turned its back


feel this shatter


to the ground


your misfortunes i resound


so clean yourself up bitch


the fragments you savour


are barely held together


your basis for reason, compounded by the seasons


i suffered the arrows, your heart a formless shadow


beneath the lies, your wings have been dissected


from this fashion, the dead arise


and with its failure, we breath new life.