Beauty is Valium, Valium Beauty 

"Of its own beauty is the mind diseased" 
- Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 

Hold the flame to your nightmares, 
they're the islands of meaning, 
the thoughts of the drowning 
and the words of the screaming. 

If this cipher had a heart 
it would be yours to break 
and if I was the Antichrist 
you could follow in my wake. 

Bloodshed's bitter stress relief 
cause I've lost my faith in faith. 
If you'll only stay at war with me 
I will lay your soul to waste. 

I've seen the dust settle, 
Endymion's apathy, 
and I will be your downfall, 
your thunder of apostasy. 

Hold the flame to my nightmare, 
an island of meaning, 
my thoughts while I'm drowning,
the truth in my screaming. 

Beauty's what you say it is, 
classic potent sedative, 
the world is our valium, 
the eye is so subjective. 

There's beauty in chaos 
and in equilibrium, 
beauty is madness, 
beauty is valium.
 
 

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Nick Kellaway 
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