I was just a vintage
A relic in the garage
Rusting my way out of life
As my use was absolute
Though wealth is what I used to present
A prestige to have
I was once a goddess
Worshipped by many for my beauty
As vultures were always after me
Gifts on their hands
So I thought I was winning
Though my blood they drained me dry
All I knew was to sell myself
That they used me until I was nothing
Destroying the beautiful garden
That once bloomed with glory
Now a barren land with no beauty is what they left
Taking with them the jewel once held
I bolted my life into despair
For cheap thrills is what I saw with my naked eyes
As mountains ahead were scary for me to climb
Not knowing my soul to torment is what I chased
Giving away my precious self to vampires
Who killed me softly while awarding vanity
I wish I knew, my ticket was a fading ticket
Maybe I would have treasured it better
Kept it to my chest
And not for others to indulge
Maybe I wouldn't have become rusty
I wish someone would have told me beauty was just....
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