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I can't paint beauty anymore.

I see none through my eyes, these closed doors,

only opening for fire or the occasional tear.

I cannot hear beauty anymore.

The sounds of the city echo sadly in my ears,

these jammed gears, filtering out the music,

amplifying hate and fear.

I cannot feel beauty anymore.

I look at my face radiant in its youth,

skin soft and white like the moon,

and hate it for betraying what I really look like inside.

Let me smile at you.

Let me whisper in your ear as I let my hands dance on your body,

the only thing I know how to do.

The theme is becoming clearer in the night.

I can give you gifts that you will surely like,

things you will come for to me and me alone.

And I will eat up this role,

dancing wildly in the darkness, callin