A Beauty Beneath
With scars running in her face
And blood trailing her ghostly veins
A Beauty beneath the shade.
With hands as cold as ice
And eyes that say goodbye
A Beauty beneath the sky.
With lips that smile
And words that took her breath away
A Beauty beneath the earth.
How could such beauty exist beneath the pain?
A Beauty beneath the shade.
A Beauty beneath the sky.
A Beauty beneath the earth.
The ironic beauty of death.
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