The beautiful dead are here,
They always have been,
They always will be
Although dead,
They carry their heads high
A mask on their faces,
Shield us,
Hide their rotten skulls,
Keeping them beautiful
Beautiful,
But dead
Unable to see,
We carry on,
Uncaring,
And without thought
Thoughts that do not consist of the beautiful dead
They fight themselves,
Try to control their demons,
Fiery demons,
Sinister demons,
The demons will win
The people will stay dead,
And we will simply see them,
As beautiful
