• nocturnalwriter 24w

    It isn't all that pretty.

    It isn't all that pretty now, is it?

    The world with all its glitz and glamour,
    Carefully orchestrates the valiant clamour.

    Darkness seems like an easy escape,
    The light can't find its way through a velvet drape.

    The beauty found is now withering away,
    Lost in the remnants of the western winds that sway.

    Become thou an art of misery and pain,
    Trying to fix what's left of the memory in vain.

    It really isn't all that pretty.