Mourning Skies

"Beauty"

I see all these beautiful people

Who can't seem to see

The complete, utter beauty

They be.

I wish you knew

How fucking perfect you are

You're just as beautiful as any model

No, more beautiful by far

It pains me to see this

How they believe the lie

I can't bear to see

The tears that they cry

For the most beautiful I've seen

Seem to be the most sad

It seems that this "beauty"

Has become something bad

They raise us up

To believe that beauty is bones

To believe those with beauty

Sit upon things

So they sit by themselves

With a gun and some pills

It turns out that "beauty"

Actually kills.