Decaying, horrid, rotting flesh
Falls off the tender bone. . .
Lovely, mystifying, glorious countence
Face, body-beauty rare
Outside-sweet, lovely, superficial
Inside-disgusts, repels
Worms crawl inside empty spaces-
Head, heart- gone
Nothing left but decrepit waste
Disgusts, torments
A beautiful race.
Face so fair,
Like round white lilies
Inside so bare,
Like empty rooms
And then-superficial as you are-
No matter how beautiful you are on the outside,
Will always be forever,
A rotten, horrid corpse,
On the inside.