Beauty Kills.

Before starry skies
and thousands of eyes.
To all their surprise, she sang.

With a loving, soft beat
They rose to their feet
but fell back to their seats in pain.

It didn't take long
before it felt wrong.
As she sang her sweet song, they cried.

Note by note,
scream after scream,
She'll sing the all the words
but won't know what they mean.

After their cries
and to her surprise
before her wet eyes, they died.

For beauty, your see, is but for the eyes.
While the worlds that it speaks are nothing but lies.
So next time you see her beauty, you see, do not begin to cry.
For her music is beauty and beauty will die.