kill the vanitist

You're dead and rotting

A fate brought only upon

By you And your superficial

Vanity

Fake the mask

Tear away the truth

The Beauty is without

And Darkness shatters your insides

High in the facade of happiness

Posed as true

In reality a screen of smoke

It chokes away the breath of all around you

You saw yourself as Beauty

The only of it's kind

And the make up of Desire

Fooled all that saw you too

But it has long washed away

To reveal the Ugly

And without your mask

You wilt

You're dead and rotting

In a casket of truth

Surrounded by the termites

With no sense but to feed

Eyes that no longer see

Are capturing the Darkness

As you swallow up

Into nothing

To forever be haunted by the Beauty

And the face of the mask you wore

You live on in death

And past Vanity