terça-feira, 17 de abril de 2012

An Ode to a Disease

Beauty - so fleeting yet so necessary.
So death-like and so full of life.
Ephemeral, but unbound by time.
Fragile and overwhelming.

Beauty is only an opinion,
Yet it pounds us to submission.
'Tis strong because it is weak;
Its appeal lies in its lack of reality.

Now that I've seen it, I should tear off my eyes
And die, lest I forget.

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