beauty is hidden under a name |
A thing of death is a sorrow forever: It harbors beautiful pain it will never Fade from tomorrow; yesterday, today A blanket, pillow, shadow of ash grey Stolen breath, and stolen warmth, and stolen years Take away the smiles and replace with tears Those gorgeous tears that run down crimson cheeks Decay’s smell runs laps around the lips for weeks Tongue tastes solemness of the putrid disease Disease and quick death puts the young heart at ease One last word of hello and goodbye Many more lonely nights and weeps to dry Pale moon under collective webs of dust Scars and memories under jellied crust For the weak at heart; and such are pansies Shaking in fields at the edge of Andes Where the accepting graze on their pity slow The cycle of death, its beauty will grow, On past the edge, from curled tails of the sun, This is the division of birth and done We pretend for those fully alive; That honey keeps pouring from an empty hive; An endless fountain of mortal think, Pouring from ignorance’s kitchen sink A shy glance at denial under roses Fingers trace crosses, as the evening closes A prayer of safety for tomorrow must, Be threaded through the fingers of God’s trust His hands lay upon you like underbrush thorns He’ll rid the soul of its masquerade thorns And throw you below or raise you up high But he’ll never promise a last goodbye So count your blessings and count your seconds Try to remember life’s little lessons Can you count on your fingers, all of the deeds, That upraised the roots which watered the seeds Grew unto daisies enrobed with prickers Cutting the flesh of trespassing pickers Blood seeps down into the yearning grasses Someone lives on while the other passes Baby breath uproots from the clotted blood The stems poke through and petals lick the mud The wind whispers slowly, the flower bends Soaks up the vile black gore to make amends Life from death, pain from beauty, then the rain Washed away innocence down Reaper’s drain Then life started new as it always has been Renew the world once again, wash away sin Tomorrow is a lesson that starts the same Beauty is death hidden under a name |