THE BEAUTY IN PAIN

Beauty plays
On the tip of her tongue,
Where ugliness
And hatred are hung,
Take her soul
And make it ache,
Take her heart
And let it break,
Your harsh words
Fall upon her ear,
Upon your lips
Her eyes peer,
Searching for
A word of praise,
To sustain her
In her dying days,
Restrained inside
Your wall of pain,
Upon your grave
She now lies slain