“Beastly”

“Beastly”

I’m sorry I’m sadly swearing my scorn

I can’t conceive, my heart has been torn

My flesh has been ripped, my hair has been shorn

It’s hellish and happy I mourn

Don’t make me explain my caved in descriptions

I’m shaking and breaking my stirring ambitions

And kneading the lack of my certain prescriptions

You’re putting me in such lacking positions

You’re blue and red and all things in between

So help me I'm trapped in a violent silver screen

You dazzle and dance like a god given queen

You sparkle and shine, you're healthy and lean

You’re beautiful

Please believe it

It’s dangerous

But you deceive it

And it strikes one last time

Holding your life on the line

Like a raging wind

You’ve given your life so let it take mine.