Beauty is defined by a facial mode
An appearance of the sight that we always adore
But what is it that you called beauty?
It is a reflection of her soul
that grows in a passing years
Through the passion of love and ode
An attitude can betray a beautiful face
Especially if the claws already sharpen the sight
Don't be deceived for the beauty outside
Because it's the inner beauty that
turns the heart.
One can be addictive to beauty
Not knowing that obsession can
destroy integrity
Behold and reflect the reality that you see
Beauty and madness can destroy desperately.

