- What is beauty, my dear Lord?
- Banks of snow on the graves,
Bullfinches' bloody craws,
Candle fever in your hands.
- What is silence?
- It's the Moon,
Stiffened wax on pallid skin,
Dreams devouring your mind,
Gentle whisper of the Doom.
- What is kindness, my dear Lord?
- Kindness is the bullet's speed
That retains your smile on face
As you're falling down to bleed.
The Beauty - gothic poetry
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