The Beauty of...

What a beautiful...
That lured in me
The allure, impure in its presentation 
Though the deceit was evident
And it prevalence oozes falsehoods 
I welcomed the veil, as it covered reality
Uncovering the shallow emptiness of my plight 
Lowly my standards weep
To willow out the carving of my inner
Still love it
Lust for it...
I must have "It"
"It" reshaped my surface
Reanimated the appearance of my purpose 
Though my vessel, may be without hope
I'm shown to be just 'hope-less'
As I blaspheme the script
"The first will be last...."
At last i front to lead from the front
What a beautiful...
That provokes thought
Emphasizing schemes
Epitomizing me....
None or very few
Want the dingy, soul scraping, life changing proof
Of the ugly truth
Surely not me
My prescription is perscribe
By my subscription to...
"A Beautiful Lie..."