i want to know where beauty went
in times ravaged by tears
i lie in this cold and cluttered room
my thoughts interrupted
this hunger I cannot feed
this wound I cannot heal
destiny: to live without passion
and sleep without dreams
i am cornered in a dark alley
it reeks of defeat
my clothes are torn
my arms are bruised
the answer is so close
the destination miles away
hours turn into days
the lady counts them out loud
each word slices her tongue
i gave you all my secrets
after a wave of purpose
washed away my dread
on a sun barren afternoon
destiny manifests and
i am the death of beauty
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