Beauty

There is no such thing as beauty,
How can something of destruction have beauty?

Beauty is the dead,
the living is a thing of death.

We laugh and joke and think it's funny
Until someone runs home
as we watch them hanging

We think its funny
when we make people bloody.

There is no such thing as beauty,
We help commit suicide.
Laughing and pointing.

Beauty is dead
And the living is a thing of death.