The Shape of You

So complacent in your sin
A smell so sweet
Seeming to breath life into your soul
Killing you softly while the poison takes control
Standing on a stage exploring greatness into all senses
Touching and tasting the beauty that is useless
Your hairs stand on end as that breeze brushes over your skin
A wind of shame that you can't seem to comprehend
Forming words in a fashion that you feel protect
All the while breaking the ground underneath you slowly sinking to your death
Lies so simple, truths hard to explore
Creating a body of lies into your form.