Beauty In Its Simplest Form

You are beauty in its simplest form
Just skin and bones
What a pretty face
Yet you're a public disgrace

Your bones are crumbling
Speach consists of incoherent mumbling
Are you beautiful yet?

You hair is thinning
Heart beating slower
Why must you let her keep winning?

You won't take a bite
A tube to force feed you
Why must you put up such a fight?

You are beauty in it's simplest form
Just skin and bones
Such a pretty face
One not meant to be in a coffin
Covered with lace
Now they've shut the case

With a passing clap of thunder
They lay you to rest
Six feet under

The sky cries for you
Because God knew it to be true
The beauty was always inside of you.