age before beauty

i want to know where beauty went

in times ravaged by tears

i lie in this cold and cluttered room

my thoughts interrupted

this hunger I cannot feed

this wound I cannot heal

destiny: to live without passion

and sleep without dreams

i am cornered in a dark alley

it reeks of defeat

my clothes are torn

my arms are bruised

the answer is so close

the destination miles away

hours turn into days

the lady counts them out loud

each word slices her tongue

i gave you all my secrets

after a wave of purpose

washed away my dread

on a sun barren afternoon

destiny manifests and

i am the death of beauty

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