*But is it beautiful inside and out? Some things are not as they appear to be at first glance...
Your flickering tongue spiked with untruths,
A rose throttled by weeds and thorns,
The consuming darkness in the light;
A candle burnt into the eternal night.
Your mind a tangled pit of snakes,
Doors to opportunities now sealed,
An elegant dancer with blistered feet;
Drowning in torrents of whispered ink.
A slither of ice running through your heart,
A tarnished lock lacking a key,
Fragments of a crushed mirror;
Sewn apiece with angel's hair.
Your soul scorched to the pigment of death,
A glassy apple, decaying within,
Songbirds chant the sound of silence;
Tales untold, veiled poems.
Your eyes glazed by splintered glass,
Pure joy emitting as a strangled shriek,
A sweet kiss, laced with sweeter poison;
A fluttering heart locked within a fist.
Through your veins rush jets of flame,
The silver moon rains crimson droplets,
The radiant sun unleashes an ebony beast;
A star bursts into one million fragments.
You twirl upon a bed of nails,
Time's grain swept away by midnight's shore,
Wispy peaks gradually morph into shadows;
An embrace molds into a satisfying throttle.
Your brain, ribbons of foolishness and greed,
The universe crumbling within a mere breath,
The snow a shade of darkest ebony;
Rain misted with terminal acid.
Behind the facade of beauty,
Some things are not as they seem,
Under the masquerade of innocence;
Lurk twisted, deceiving dreams.