The beauty I'm talking about has teeth and claws. It comes to you in your sleep and makes you see to the very bottom of your soul, to the true things that you believe, to the secrets you keep from respected society. These things you carry with you, they are beautiful, but they are forbidden. This kind of beauty can kill. Reaches inside you and squeezes out your life. It is unprotected, it is banished and it takes its revenge in the form of anger and spite. We are more than we appear. We are animals trapped in tight clothing. Roaming to dark places in our heads, we search for the answers to questions that seem too dark to ask. We find them in the darkened corners of the night where lines are invisible. We commit sins, and shed blood, writhing in pleasure, our hands hot on skin, feeling, mov
