One does not own beauty.
One creates it.
In their dreams,
They feel they can obtain it.
All alone, in a dark night's
rest.
All their thoughts...
Lifeless.
Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth.
Beauty now dies.
They don't understand.
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.
Years go by,
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out,
Life is giving in.
Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!