The consequences of my infinite vanity
Was the realization of my mortality
I wished to be young and free
But age has taken me by little surprise
The whisps of gray tangled around my face
They engulfed me
Like the riverbeds in my cheeks
The ivory in my teeth
My children watched the ticking clock
Hungry
The clock strikes 12!
She's dead!
But I can never die
I took then by surprise
I clawed my way from the grave
The dirt in my teeth tastes like copper and old bandages
I was consuming myself
The nips
The tucks
The folds
The lifts
They all came crashing down on me
Down on my head
I'm down on my head