I stand undeniable, yet remain invisible. Beauty caught in a box for safe keeping. Gaze upon it as convenience allows, hold in gently in your hand to feed your desires. Fill yourself up and leave me empty, why should life change now? I thought the glorious winds would be my day to fly, but they left me disappointed, the air never touched my wings. I thought the rains would be my doom, but they were friends to my tears. Beautiful, beautiful being, left all alone. Take this beauty from my flesh, it has been no good to me. What good is being beautiful if there are no eyes to look upon it?