He Brought Her Dead Flowers in Exchange for Pleasure

She was beautiful In an ugly world A foreigner of pale skin A young blond girl He was beautiful In an ugly world His name is one you'd come to know His eyes had met so many others She was beautiful But to no avail In the public disgusting eye She was the odd one out He was ugly Only in the eyes of the gods She was ugly For she was unlike them He was ugly Rotten inside She was ugly Also in his eyes He brought her dead flowers In exchange for pleasure He could have bought her the world But did not He brought her dead flowers In exchange for pleasure The one with power and wealth Abuse the less fortunate He brought her dead flowers In exchange for pleasure He could have bought her the world But did not He brought her dead flowers In exchange for pleasure The one with power and wealth Abuse the less fortunate Acclaimed for wealth and power Not for character Her beauty in this world unseen Doesn't fucking matter She was but a slave To his mercy and power Even he who shared her bed He wanted her because she was different But still he looked at her With disgust in his eyes He had his reason to keep her alive For the same reason she died An unmarked grave so far from home A rose now blooms in the soil He brought her dead flowers In exchange for pleasure He could have bought her the world But did not He brought her dead flowers In exchange for pleasure The one with power and wealth Abuse the less fortunate