Painfull Beauty

 

Shivering gold of salty morning Dew...
Darkness told by Shadows Starry Stars drew...
Rainy days with Rainbows in skies...
Empty phrase that silently lies...
In the eyes filled by love of lost and found...
With the voice of Dove - That fading sound...
Through smiles and praise personal demons hide...
In masked cries weared with fake Joy and Pretended Pride...
Under whining sun blue cloud just stole...
Sleepy pun with flame in that tiny soul...
Hug of spring breeze, hope within...
Happy sleaze lost in wastefull grin...
Burning ambitions burried deep in ground...
Smoky positions never found...
Sound of drums drowned in heartbeat pound...
Singing what comes, then goes around...
That's crimson truth in letters dissolved in tea...
Another lost youth while white trees agree...
Their fullfilled duty, and the all in vain...
Is the Painfull Beauty....
                  .... of the Book of Pain...