Aching Beauty

Crazy young one 

 your time is soon to come. 

Keep shoving those rails up your pretty perfect snout. 

You think your a king, 

from the head you boast about. 

Your smile woo’s the weak,

followers who prey. 

Leaders shy away from you, 

your a black sheep, eating dry hay. 


Women worship you for your charm, 

men beg you for your promise, 

You smell of sadness and silk, 

both broken and beautiful  

damaged yet delightful  


a lie. 

a blessing 

a fraud. 

a gift. 


You are a beautiful mess. 


Yet you ache to dig your grave. 

Beacause you. 

Have bled all your beauty for others. 

Complicatedbeautybloody depressingpeople pleasingshamfraud

◄ The Young Fool

Harsh fireflies. ►


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