The distant darkness of deceit
Casts bold its shadow
long and lean
Across the melancholy sea
Crying out to be set
free.
But freedom cannot find
her echo
Muted by defined
disgrace.
Whimpering, she seeks her
solace
Cloaked by veils of
blackened lace.
Shame becomes her sole
companion,
Loneliness
a bosom friend.
Solitude
her only comfort as she
Contemplates
the end.
Was
it worth the pain and sorrow
Playing
out your vain disguise?
Now
the unmasked interloper
Paying
dearly for her lies.
Lies
are but the Devil’s scalpel
Slashing
scars on Beauty’s face, and
She
could spend a thousand lifetimes
Trying
to get back to grace.
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