Pain is Beauty

Every young girl has heard of beauty in reference to pain The quiet secret that hides behind closed doors All the lovely girls strive for it, yet every young boy calls her vain Well i think hell is a bit like that Everyone thinks of that evil place as fire, as heat, and torture Yet what i recall of pain is cold. A desperate longing for a forgiving future. I think hell is a bit like that I see crimson murals of wet blood painted on walls, staining floors I see the beauty of nature strangling those who take her for granted I see vivacious flowers and graceful scenes taunting beyond open doors. Just barely out of reach. Yeah I think hell is a bit like that.