Refined by society,
Accepted in it's new state
a once whole heart repeatedly stabbed
with something invisible–
Nothing to be stopped or grabbed.
Poisoned the pure
The darkness calls and proceeds to lure you in,
Whispering 'let the fun begin.'
A change of character, mistaken for crudeness.
What happened to all of your goodness?
Eaten by conformity
Causing more and more morbidity;
An unhealthy state of mind–
Too bad you started out being too kind.
Following a trend that's distort,
One hundred is now closer to naught.
