Now, all beauty has died
Though, it holds on to old memories
Killing with it all that seems to dream
Wordless--lifeless--hopeless dreams

Laughter fills the hallway
As drunken fools fall
Beating on the locked door
Of a crying--dying mind

And still, her words fill the void
Though, unwonted is the pain
For as the beauty masters life
The selfish lover fails to believe

So selfish is the bastards will
His temple self decays and rots

And unknown is she to the poisons
Running--blissfully--through his lifeless veins

Oh so surely this bastard will come to see
As coldly as his dreams will bleed
His beauty is a reflected perfect god
With two beautiful, yet broken, wings

Away away her cradle sends her
Grace of patience lost within her

She builds a new and perfect kingdom
Though her thoughts swim of a selfish bastard’s dream

And his
Of perfect beauty lost