Beauty only knows how to hide the truth,
We're all hanged from a cliff with a loose noose.

If we hang on we choke and lose breath,
If we let go we fall to our death.

That is what life is, a mess,
When choices end the same, death.

As for beauty, a lie to give purpose,
To live through this life's curses.

You get the point, nothing more to say,
And that's why i end the poem this way.