Why am I drawn to write dark poetry? Is it because I feel that morbidity is beautiful?
When death is brought on the day of no doubt, to be sacrificed, is it brought as a lamb.
Is it doe-eyed?
Will it fawn and cry?
Will it plead beauty?
When you read a poem about love and frolicking, is it beautiful if there is no desire and damnation?
Was Dorian Gray beautiful instead of, or because of, his ugliness?
Was he beautiful at all?
Wasn't Mona Lisa but a plain girl made beautiful by the seemly swathes of dark that Da Vinci framed her by?
Her eyes might follow you, hauntingly,
But It's not in the eye of the beholder,
That beauty.
However, lust always is.
A rose does not lead a man to bleed, until he picks it.
A beauty does not corrupt a man, until he desires it..
And cannot have it.
The first sight is yours,
But the second is the devils
Because you lusted after it.
Beauty
Men might lust after beauty,
But beauty transcends them.
Escapes capture by our eyes,
Resides forever in our heart.
And when that is corrupted,
Beauty is lost...
And all that remains
Is lust
Corruption.....
A pale shadow,
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