Chasing After the Dust

Selections made Not through darwins eyes But of low tide, Shallow. Authoritarian tendencies Tyranny And had prototype Beauty Charisma Compelled her Transformations of Lies into Truths ...I held on to each syllable That rolled off her lips Like the song from a Diety... Taught to walk over all. Footprints of a Graceful giant Inherited the Midas touch but Wore white leather gloves. Ruined everything she loved Chasing after the lust Pupils reflected flames Heart deflected emotions Cognition addicted to fame As her Soul danced with no motion The product of environment Trying to shine in the Shadows of her parents as Conceptions of self faded A paralyzed rose in the dessert. ...If only she Had tears from Hindrance and Triumph to Nurture The seeds of Ambition... Heartbreak, I couldn't escape and Maybe we met by fate But all who she has known Are elated she never made it.