• One does not own beauty,
    One creates it.
    In their dreams
    They feel they can obtain it.

    All alone
    in a dark nights 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 is 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!