Monday, December 22, 2008

Death of Beauty

To be in the world
Beauty Dies
And it becomes 
A skeleton of lies

A silent adjustment
A nod of the head
Leaving the past behind
Keeps walking ahead

It closes the eyes
Makes a compromise
A tormented soul
Hoping it dies

It sees ahead
An empty space
And in shame
Buries its face

What can it do?
But rationalize
From these ashes
No phoenix can rise