The Damned Dame

I, a dame, beautiful,

But a dunce,

With lies, I assure,

No toil, no sweat,

My beauty, a visa to luxury.

A pest, Iam,

Money on my mind,

Greed and lust blinds,

The devil lurks inside,

Sweetly hoodwinking it's prey.

Digging gold ,digging wells,

Injections without precaution,

A rite, it becomes.

Hennessy and dollars lures me,

Down I lay on bed like a

feather drifting onto a soft pillow.

Butter spread,

Honeypot licked,

Day by day ,

Deeper I go,

Account fills, as my pot deepens.

Virus,

In doubt, tears trickle,

It consumes me,

Beauty fades,

My time is near,

The devil's contract, I signed.

Time to pay,

Darkness creeps within,

In the mirror I stare,

No beauty I see.

I sneer,

Heart shatters,

I can't bear,

I lay still,

It is dark, it is cold,

My body feels numb,

I am dumb, I am damned,

Caught in this beautiful hell, I succumb.