Harken you whom visits the words that flow from the fibers of my darkened being;
for I am the jagged, torn, scarred and sundered child of Eros now seeing.
Years of my heart\'s blood drained to sanguine melodies of torment;
Elegies to my losses and trial\'s, my down love heart\'s descent,
and I am beautiful.
Open wound bleeding pulse to further my soul\'s rich desire;
to be not a prince but love flown fool my mantle won\'t retire.
Yes, I am the blackened one from the war for romantic bliss;
yearning for the moment, have lifes joy from perfect kiss,
and I am beautiful.
Broken, a damaged gemstone of eloquent fracture;
tattered is my spirits song, love will manufacture.
I am the midnight prince screaming into darkened night;
that I will not fade, never vanish away from loves sight,
and I am beautiful.
Always to survive this eviscerating, lethal trial;
with renewed fervor, enduring wrath with style.
Ribs splayed, giving heart\'s display, and large beats rythmic tune;
gaze at my scar\'s, ravaged heart as pitted as the moon,
and I am beautiful.
A dozen loves can\'t destroy this power, this heart as steel;
with smirking acceptance these burden\'s will now heal.
Not by hands of silk or kisses whispering promises broke;
but by my ideal alone, it\'s flourishing perfection, it\'s yoke,
and I am beautiful.
Continued elation for this game, this sport for my heart;
freedom to be, as a phoenix now knowing my part.
It\'s beautiful to accept, raging pain for this my quest;
feel no sorrow, do your worst and do aim for my chest,
because I am beautiful