Sheolrose, 43

One who can see beyond the flaws of existence and stir deep within the skies that cover the world within our eyes.. see that beauty is more than a broken heart and corroded soul, that beauty is forever anything and that a rose is evermore beautiful because its thorns prick. I'd just like to add... I am very obsessed with the figment and stature of my body. I am compulsive to stirring back at my own reflection.. not of vanity, but to make sure the make-up is better than before. Going to Hell.. with nihilism rotting beside as he fell.. While concealed in unresolved tragedy, cautiously bisecting the light to a loathsome casualty. With the pain hovering in the shadows, watching outside lights flicker and flair like a cathedral stain glass mossaic laid around the full moon twisted in attic dust conseptions; only to be momentarily distracted. A deeply thought indused and devoured; stunning in her disorienting image; walk by as if floating in elegant footstep departures inside my mind. When she is just a picture upon the screen; frozen, never to be aged, yet to him she walks miles.