Brittle Women

Love me not for my beauty

One day it will surely fade

Ashes! Ashes!

Love it, love it, love it, hate it

Dark glamour

I shall spend my latest days

Poring over photos

And wearing pretty clothes

With the graceful lines

I longed for a baby

Falling!

Fading!

Don’t laugh at my dying heart

One day, you shall too cave in

Don’t fear my decaying hands

In my eyes you will see yourself

Oh no! Oh no!

Oh my darling, we must face the truth

There’s no going back

My make-up’s old

I’m streaked in darkness

Today my beauty cracks

Oh now I’m near to the end of the story

And things aren’t what they seemed

I am the mirror of truth

Look at me and see your image shatter

Oh no! Oh no!