Beauty lie in Perception
I creep about in the dead of night, encroaching on the chosen life
I rape all beauty it is my will, satisfaction is found in every kill
I destroy with vengeance, all that lie within my path
Unable, weak are they, to escape my deadly wrath
Your attempts to be rid of me, a wasted jest
I falsely disappear from sight, for a momentary needed rest
It is how you perceive me ,within the hours of day light
Ugly ,Evil, a mere unwanted sight
This in turn makes me bitter, I become filled with hate
Your ignorance enrages me to enact my deadly fate
Who gave to you the right ,to judge me to be so vile?
My strength and will are they not beauty ?
Why do you force me, to live in such a retched denial?
Why is the rose viewed as an object of beauty?
For at the very moment it is picked, it begins than to die.
To live they must be nurtured, for they are weak -
you can not in this find lie
Perhaps, I would act differently, if just for 1 minute you could view
The soul that dwells within me ,see the beauty of my will
See the grace that I posses ,understand my independence
At the very least, show me kindness, or a moment of respect
The beauty of the rose, will intern prick you, make you bleed
Still ,you try and end my life, I hurt you not
Do you not recognize me yet ,see me now, the ugly weed
Why is it we see beauty only in the rose ? The weed the one we try to kill always comes back for it has a will unsurpassed , a strength within , yet we never see the beauty it possesses. Ugliness can disguise it self as beauty but
true beauty no matter how it appears always remains within. Yet by most over looked. why?