It's sad to love beauty -
When you are
An ugly ghost.
Scaring away
the light -
And those shapes that
love to bask in it's hot rays -
(If only for a moment)
The joyous arrogance of beauty's smile
(With it's toothy grin jammed into view) -
Those supple bodies, naked and radiant,
Under the moonglow spotlight
Flirting with the lust just in the shadows
Where all paths from the light lead
When such beauty struts into it's focus
With it's naive confidence
Easily led into oblivion's shadowy trap
Where it is fed to the bottom-feeders
From the mangled shards that remain
After the first frenzy.
But I am
an ugly ghost.
At least
I am forgotten.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
It's sad to love beauty -
When you are
An ugly ghost.
Scaring away
the light -
And those shapes that
love to bask in it's hot rays -
(If only for a moment)
The joyous arrogance of beauty's smile
(With it's toothy grin jammed into view) -
Those supple bodies, naked and radiant,
Under the moonglow spotlight
Flirting with the lust just in the shadows
Where all paths from the light lead
When such beauty struts into it's focus
With it's naive confidence
Easily led into oblivion's shadowy trap
Where it is fed to the bottom-feeders
From the mangled shards that remain
After the first frenzy.
But I am
an ugly ghost.
At least
I am forgotten.
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