Beauty has its own paths,
Strange and bewildered.
You can take a walk there
After abandoning your human self.
Soaked in thick sticky liquid
From rotten flesh of dark red
It rises,
And as you're screaming -
'It's cruel and can't be',
Can't helping feeling awe,
It stains your hands
And your heart
With the blood of all ever lived.
Beauty
© Copyright: Женя Парсли, 2012
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