If beauty is pain, then there's beauty in everything.
The mind can be a wonderful thing,
It lives and breaths our personality.
Day by day,
Night by night.
Beautiful chaos.
When opened up, our regrets are shown,
The emotions held inside,
Ready to escape its fateful prison of agony,
Beautiful redemption.
Our darkest sins,
Our locked secrets,
The mind sees it all.
A story to tell,
A song of remedy—
Beautiful peccavi.
