Enslavement Of Beauty

The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain
Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating
vain
The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the
air
Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this
fucking fair
This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement
...Still I weep