The Beauty

Oh master 

The Beauty

why the wine on the corpses

For it feels so wicked

Does it bring you pleasure

Does it complete your sorrow

But look at it

The war you created with your own hands

A masterpiece remembered through time

Hung for the world to see

But the pain you felt 

No one can understand 

I look at you and wonder why 

The pain around your throat

Was reflected so...

The beauty

Oh master 

The Beauty




  • Goldfinch60

    Art can bring so many feelings within us as can music and words. Where would we be without them?

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