Beauty No. 3

In her sleeping years, deeply slung within a hammock made of skin
She opened her caverns to the hunger of the lost and their kin
They fed on her vanity until soon they both became content
Men cut holes in her body but she was so confident

With your eyes and sorcery, come Beauty #3,
Can't you see the tragedy as your dream begins to leave

As a traveller began to gore upon her she looked deep into the ground
Momentary floods of thought unstyled and mystified rained down
On to her pretty head and she began to feel afraid
When she woke she found that her beauty had decayed

And no-one goes close to her den, they wait for the moment when
She is dreaming of her men, in case she accuses them

She mourns the existence of time, while though she's empty all she feels is tense
And so she passes her time dreaming for the strength of children

With your beauty you deceived, Come simple #3,
Can't you see the tragedy as you lose your only dream
I loved you for yourself, never needed anything else
Oh! Beauty #3

She could be anything you wanted her to be
Beautiful blank, Beauty #3