2.14.02

beauty is
this gray cracked room
with bending floorboards torn apart and
tilted sunlight through dusty glass

or the broken fallen look upon your ashen face
as the profile of the gun finds meaning in your brain

and beauty is the gentle steel rain
of emptied shell casings
one after another
a brass cascade upon the asphalt
each delivering swift heavymetal vengeance

and beauty is watching you crumple
and beauty is knowing you'll come back for more
and beauty is watching you bleed
and beauty is knowing you'll be ignored
and beauty is watching you burn
and beauty is knowing i caused it
and beauty is seeing you'll never learn
and beauty is knowing
and beauty is watching
and beauty is seeing
and beauty is
and beauty
dies