Beauty has no Cure

The tale of love
This cloud shinning down from above

Quietly she walked out onto the bridge
A blank face, zoned, as if locked in a fridge

The hands chilled to the bone
That feeling of lost.. all alone..

From atop the upmost pole
I peered with a grin, The undertaker role

Looking deep into the unwanted poor soul
Betrayal, hate, a heart with a hole

A true beauty from the outside
Torn apart by a foreign loyalty, No more will I fight

Standing ontop of the rail clinching a post for dear life
Staring with my blank smile, blood stained teeth, look at her strife

This forgotten soul
Nothing to atone

Tears dripping down her velvet white face
Such flawless beauty, Filled with a bittered taste

A foot forward, Her long brown hair moving with the motion of the wind
Who knew, that it would come to this… the end

Bird fly innocently below her
At this point there is no cure

Slips silently into the deep abyss
Just longing for true loves last kiss

-undertaker