Beauty is the stillness of a midnight snow
Her ivory warmth raging against the bitter cold
like a sunrise tring to wake a dormant winter

beauty is the silohuette of the broken night
she reflects the lights like a shattered mirror
but never once a mind of her own

beauty is the single raindrop spiralling down
they shimmer down her smile like a summer rain
crashing to the floor like a slithering wave

beauty is the gaze of the dying moon
he reaches out to press his lips to her fading shadow
his acid light burning through her mind

beauty is the breath of a sweet suicide
in a starlit pool of ridden fears and a darkened sky
she holds close to her heart a final sigh

beauty is the stillness of a midnight snow
as her crimson life stains the scarred memories
she is finally going home