Kill the Vanitist

And now your dead and rotting in the Ugly.

You're dead and rotting
A fate brought only upon
By you And your superficial
Vanity

Fake the mask
Tear away the truth
The Beauty is without
And Darkness shatters your insides

High in the facade of happiness
Posed as true
In reality a screen of smoke
It chokes away the breath of all around you

You saw yourself as Beauty
The only of it's kind
And the make up of Desire
Fooled all that saw you too

But it has long washed away
To reveal the Ugly
And without your mask
You wilt

You're dead and rotting
In a casket of truth
Surrounded by the termites
With no sense but to feed

Eyes that no longer see
Are capturing the Darkness
As you swallow up
Into nothing

To forever be haunted by the Beauty
And the face of the mask you wore
You live on in death
And past Vanity

Author's Note

Go here http://www.imeem.com/naoyuki/music/ELXY8IBq/the_gazette_burial_applicant/ to hear the song that inspired this poem. I feel you can't get the feeling without listening to it.

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

Oh wow. XD How did I know you were a Jrock fan? XD
This reminds me a frighteningly lot of my best friend. I'm recovered but she's still suffering from a horrible eating disorder. She was sent to the hospital from the effects it had on her body. This just reminds me of that truth she's been too afraid to face all these years.
My favourite part was
"Surrounded by the termites
With no sense but to feed"
Frighteningly beautiful!