It really is only the thought that counts What's inside is kept inside, only to be brought out in secret Through the eyes, signs on help are casted out to sea Large holes where you fall and never once reach the ground Skin is like a radiation vibe I can almost hold the energy in my hands Before it is blown away by words of pain The same as words of beauty Which cut through the air like a candy coating Softening everything to the touch and to the eye And yet burning scars on the surface Beauty starts off in a soul And ends upon the atmosphere Whether it is able to be loved is beyond me Whether it is the only thing that is loved tugs at my mind The girl creates the beauty but then it is gone She is stripped away of everything It is impossible to pour your heart out to nothing Yet the energy may linger As it attempts to life me up Bringing my mind to where logic is stomped upon and crushed Where ideas are the basis of everyday existence To not know is to live in eternal confusion To know of a dead end is to live in internal sadness Do I chase the beauty until it's up and gone Or do I stick to the chromosomes The source, the silks, and the flaws And take the chance that some beauty may stick around Or that none may be left Because of a confused heart And such hungry eyes
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