The Beauty of a Beast

Forced to cuff away my insane;
Alone in upon the face of the desert;
Screaming with serene winds;
A world I once shared;
Memories so impaired,
Death made quicksands stale.

Following the traits of the empty;
Carcass of hopes lay silently in tombs;
Waiting patiently in undying promises;
Labeled by crusts from its rots;
With eyes closed, I watched what is not;
And lids opened on my way to demise.

From the blurry images;
The committing sacrileges;
To unseen sins of pledges;
I have seen from grudges;
Behind the pulse of clutches,
Aftermath a world upon crutches.

The aerial view is seen below;
Some descends to heaven,
Others ascends to hell;
Beneath decent a world so Cold;
Beyond the skies,
A world so Hot.

A toss of a Rose;
Faring Flowers Flare Furiously;
Why on earth a rose?
Ambrosia Anxiously Asked;
The world knows the Rose;
In ignorance annihilate the Muse.

The sleeping beauty peeping in nightmares;
Handsome knights paid Ransoms;
Crawling, creeping her creepy casket;
None with a kiss so allure;
Than that of a beast!

It is found in a tattered Crest;
Opened with a rusted Key;
Savored by ousted Arms;
Caressed by gutted lips;
A kind soul so pale,
Finds the True Love!