Guilt dripping from masks
Displayed in vanity;
Eluded by sin so deep
Was truth unknown
With held however one found fitting;

To claim the seemingly worthwhile prize
Of nothing lasting through a life time,
Would be selfishness
Forging a path to a well earned demise;

But an empty gaze reflecting
Struggled to tell the tragedy
Befalling the shameless one;
A ghost of former presence
Found through disappearing self worth;

Wrought in agony were those masks
Displayed so well with vanity,
That hollowed to a listless shell
Is what became of misery,
And its miserable defeat.