Reine La Belle

Should I let me guide me All that lies before me
And If I lay beauty before me and above me
And If I lay beauty behind me and below me
Is that wrong of me To escape these surroundings
Agony is the moment created Redefined and riveted
And If I lay beauty behind me and below me
And If I lay beauty before me and above me
Is that wrong of me Is that wrong of me
Syllables to coat the cracks where Memory shatters without language
Beauty lies before me Beauty lies above me Beauty lies behind me Beauty lies
beneath me
Is that wrong of me To escape these surroundings
Belief remains The mind ultimately reigns