Member Poem

I Ache to write but only a few Words of Beauty and Purity,
How is that Possible? For no Beauty lies within Me

Only Ugliness, Impurities and Imperfection Lurk beneath my Surface
Constantly trying to Hide behind the Ever-changing colors of my Eyes,

Tirelessly aching to Keep it Silenced as to not Fall from my Lips.
It Surges Relentlessly from Deep within my Soul, with every Breath

With every Rise and Fall of my Cracked Ribcage that Shields
My Ugly, Impure, Imperfect, yet still Beating Heart.