Life?

If a light were to shine down, it would seem less significant.
That is if it were to be compared with the
radiance that comes gleaming off her.
Beauty envelops her; it surrounds her like a veil.
That which is underneath cannot be seen.
The opaque beauty that is she covers
all underneath, like a shroud.
It is with discomfort that I present this realization;
beauty is only skin deep.
To turn away from her is to be blinded,
for her light sears the eyes.
Black veils surround me.
I am transparent, I am hollow.
Eyes peer within.
Nothing is to be seen, not eve a reflection
of the weak monster that is I.
It resonates in the emptiness within the cavity of my chest.
I may blindly follow, or I may rot in the dark.
My options quickly present themselves.
The radiance slowly dissipates, and flees
from what little sight remains.
I watch it fade away.