Beauty lie in perception

Beauty lie in Perception

I creep about in the dead of night, encroaching on the chosen life

I rape all beauty it is my will, satisfaction is found in every  kill

I destroy with vengeance, all that lie within my path

Unable, weak are they, to escape my deadly wrath

Your attempts to be rid of me, a wasted jest

I falsely disappear from sight, for a momentary needed rest

Why ?

It is how you perceive me ,within the hours of day light

Ugly ,Evil, a mere unwanted sight

This in turn makes me bitter, I become filled with hate

Your ignorance enrages me to enact my deadly fate

Who gave to you the right ,to judge me to be so vile?

My strength and will are they not beauty ?

Why do you force me, to live in such a retched denial?

Why is the rose viewed as an object of beauty?

For at the very moment  it is picked, it begins than to die.

To live they must be nurtured, for they are weak -

you can not in this find lie

Perhaps, I would act differently, if just for 1 minute you could view

The soul that dwells within me ,see the beauty of my will

See the grace that I posses ,understand my independence

At the very least, show me kindness,  or a moment of respect

The beauty of the rose, will intern prick you, make you bleed

Still ,you try and end my life, I hurt you not

Do you not recognize me yet   ,see me now,  the ugly weed

Why is it we see beauty only in the rose ? The weed the one we try to kill always comes back for it has a will unsurpassed , a strength within , yet we never see the beauty it possesses. Ugliness can disguise it self as beauty but

true beauty no matter how it appears always remains within. Yet by most over looked. why?

(c)Raven Legros