Raging tempers leap across your face*
Dragging down the wretched lear
Fury reveals a heart of waste
Cursing beauty with paranoid fear
Rip across those lovely strands
For beauty is only skin deep
****** to the hands
That caused a heartfelt leap
Curse your lovely stature
That speaks by its self
Only to bring about painful rapture
Pushed back on a dusty shelf
Down with the torment
Wasted along the way
There's no way to deal with this
**For misery has come to stay.