BEAUTY WITHIN A BEAST - poem

[00:02.52] You've sketched a page that only has one shade of a story
[00:06.27] Coloured in half a line, spilled half a tray of paint
[00:10.28] Drew up half a truth
[00:12.66] Can I offer my canvas to you?
[00:16.35] My knight in rusting armour
[00:18.94] Somewhere between the folds you decided I was sublime
[00:22.95] A fine line between heaven and real time
[00:26.01] Choosing to see the fragile image on stained-glass windows is what you would rather
[00:31.68] To perceive fragile and desire to notice only the gorgeous
[00:36.34] Losing sight of the thorns pressing through the window drawing
[00:40.19] Disguising the vines that confuse
[00:42.43] Strangling my pretty picture with coddling
[00:45.39] Attempting to blend in the violence
[00:47.21] With selected shades of violet
[00:49.56] To keep honesty silent
[00:50.85] And your rusting armour shining
[00:54.47] Come back to life
[00:57.02] Fires burn hotter when you're distracted by its glow
[01:00.35] I don't wish you wrong
[01:01.63] So next time approach with caution
[01:04.22] Steady and slow
[01:06.95] And maybe we'll both notice when the room's scorching
[01:10.21] Images melting from our true embers boiling
[01:13.40] Rather than passion sparking from masks up
[01:17.11] Rather than veils down
[01:18.53] Now the picture's contorted
[01:20.14] And it's always he did, never he does
[01:22.89] From beautiful pictures of my knight shining
[01:27.48] Rather than genuine exhibitions of your rusting armour
[01:34.07] I hope the bigger picture shows you
[01:36.15] I could have loved him further
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