Beautiful

Crystal drops that stream down your eyes so perfect they memorize.
Shadows leak whispering filthy things in the dark.
The hand on my shoulder that never leaves it traces my back and imprints on me.
A ache that sits in my mind, heart, skin.
I taste this sweetness on my lips but it fades and I am empty.
Watching. Waiting.
The time passes me by but still I sit. Still i wait.
My head has become empty, but these things they still linger.
The teeth gnaw my skin. it bruises my soul pouring red.
I wonder if these things also can be beautiful?