Have you ever thought

About the Beauty in the abstract ?

Something you cannot hold in your hand

Only in your mind

When you call her name

A whisper in the dark

The voice of the dead

It opens the door of your mind's eye

And suddenly, there come her spirit

Within the silence of Death's reverie

Entwined forever... momento mori

And now all the pictures bleed

So tell me, have you ever thought

About the Beauty in the abstract ?