#tributemakeup

“ Though my eyes are crying, my third eye is fine. You can’t hurt my soul, it is rightfully mine. Though I’m bruised and I’m battered, I’ll be okay. Cause I’m happy and whole at the end of the day. I am eternal and I’ve glimpsed past the evil. I know I can weather this elusive hell. Flesh is temporal, a convincing disguise. But I’m not a body, no I won’t demise. I’ve always been, and I always will be. So take your best shot, but you can’t fuck with me. You can rip me in half, you can tear me to shreds, But beneath it all, it is all in your head. You can scream, you can yell to your ego’s delight. But I am untouchable, I needn’t fight. And though my eyes are crying, my third eye is dry. And you’ll never ever make my soul cry. In fact, my soul loves you. It sees deeper than me. And it always reminds me that someday you’ll see.”