Beauty (Under Glass Tears)

Ignore the lost, the frightened

The statue is so Delicate!

Beautiful to behold,

Fragile to the touch.

Stunning. Beautiful. Intricate.

When spinning wheels of mundane cars

Rise above to fly afar,

The past is lost,

The Future bold

For that loveless statue

so rare to behold.

Protected by glass and presented with stature,

The statue pretends the glass will not shatter.

For crystalline eyes and ivory skin

Protects not the Angel, but Devil within.

Locked inside a gilded cage,

Unharmed by your own lies,

Sheltered from your own sad Sins,

You Hide, Pretend, Defy.

A real look around,

Can tear your whole life down.

A glance at yourself is clearer,

And could only shatter;

Self's Mirror