Beauty Awaits
uashamed in the night
we struggle
to uphold ourselves in the light
facing mirrors that reflect our lies
if only
our in-between midsummer alibis
when winter is far
and death is but a dream
our eyes are clear
our complexions as cream
nothing can catch us
everybody cares
till the one day our true faith shows
through darkened glasses
and tunnels of smoke
our true selves spin on silvery spokes
vibrating with maddening laughter
and deafening silence
orgasms awakened
and ripped from us
walking on the tomb of our world
standing tall in the light
assured
and bright
awaiting the spear that will pierce our hearts
running into death's gentle, waiting arms
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