The Cliche Midnight Effects.

Wed, 05/01/2013 - 00:31 -- mfgrace

A typical breed American teenager placed down in a landscape shedding innocence,
in splashes of red thrown against roughed surfaces.
Made to stand sturdy, like red wood trees.
Able to produce seasoned leaves, but never to fall from its purpose.
A triumph in sparkled eyes and put together plastic molded smiles.
A scene change to another chapter,
Of where skin is worn.
Charcoal stains on the hollows of his sucken in cheekbones.
Eyes pushed into sockets, hiding from having to see clearly.
Once soft milky skin is now like the touch of bare knees on grainy asphalt.
Skin dipped in coffee creating uneven stains on once pure skin.
It's a shame they'll say...
A shame what society did to you.

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