Atrophy

It's a beautiful thing,
This sight of decay,
Crumbled and wrinkled and left in the gutter,
Waiting to be washed away my muddy waters.
Staring so hard as to go blind,
It's impossible to see the white beneath the stains;
But what was pure is never gone,
Only covered in the blood and sweat and tears
And you can't even imagine
How long it would take
To wash the stains away to a pristine glare.
No love, no life,
No reason to be left here to die,
But it's too hard to bother these days;
Just let the corruption cling like a rejected lover,
Let the time color in black
And try to keep from falling apart,
Try to keep from ripping up the shreds.
Even the ugly are lovely
When you peel away the skin;
Even this decayed life is beautiful
When you close the eyes of your heart.