Vanity, a Fractured Promise

Lost in vanity and her divine visage

She bathes in solace, knowing the end

Draped in every vice

And shamelessly, you want much more

Fracture lines are inching

Ever closer, we're sinking through

Your eyes are stained ivory white

And all the while

Your picturesque silhouette

Embodiment of all the damage done

What has the damage done?

And I know you wanted much more

And I know these promises were disposable

As the ink bleeds through the paper, her voice lingers

Drowning out the sound of a weary conscience

A self-inflicted end, falling far from heaven

We'll never be the same, and who's to blame?

And I know you wanted much more

And I know these promises were disposable

Falling far from the end

And everything in between