Still Beautiful
Flesh torn away from bone.
That's how much it hurts,
To see you wasting away,
Watching this happen to you.
Tell me am I still beautiful?
It's all you can utter to me,
The only thing you care about.
Through all of life's trials,
You've still retained your vanity.
So am I still beautiful?
I have to look away from you,
Your ravaged body so tragic,
If only you'd been happy before,
Realised you were beautiful then.
Look at me, am I still beautiful?
And so I look again,
Past your delicate bony body.
In through your bloodshot eyes,
The windows of your heart and soul.
Can you see if I'm still beautiful?
Within I can ...
