Bad-Ass In A Blue Suit by BDancinJones, literature
Literature
Bad-Ass In A Blue Suit
Seriously, if I had a good picture of me in my suit, I'd include it in this blurb; as I do not have such a photo, you'll just have to trust me when I break out into song and sing that, "NOTHING SUITS ME LIKE A SUIT!" I am a firm believer that clothes say a decent amount about a person, and this cobalt-blue suit of mine is perhaps the greatest example within my own wardrobe.
Honestly, the physical form of the suit is perfect; the collar is not ridiculous and flaring, there is no strange shoulder padding or imbalance, the pants are simple masculine slacks, and it fits me just right; in black, it would look just like a regular suit. Th
I've seen a blind woman
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
Falling down
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.