You are so beautiful, but it is all fake The black blood in your veins tells me so As you so deceive with scarlet smiles Covering up your crimson styles Your façade has become transparent to me I know only too well when crimson covers lace. Come to me, when lost of all faith Together, we can find our dying grace. And seek out lost liberty, once again Hmm. I'm not done, and I don't know if it makes much sense to you. Comment please though, on what you think. -Michelle