Vanity

A mortal friend I am not.. I am the mother of envy, and the father of greed..  
my claws pierce and punchers flesh like rusty needles, the cost for my beauty  
is the nips and tucks feeding their over indulgence need to be anything other than  
the worm at the end of life aging bottle. From implants to injection
these sycophants maim and mangle their flesh, leaving my insignia  
engraved in serial numbers..  
 
Mendacious eyes are my acquaintance, illuminating my chronicles  
beneath eyeliners as  crowfeet  maps the midnight hour around
dark eye rings tell the tales of sleepless nights..  
 
Hiding away insecurities within tocopheryl acetate with each new layer  
of mac lip gloss applied to Botox lips, puckered up to kiss  ass injections sites…  
Slowly poisoning an already perfect forms when my lips whisper softly in ears,  
a nip and tuck here  or there couldn’t hurt..  
 
How pretty these eyes lie with a smile upon perfect lips, words slip like a heated  
caress from hades creeks off silk tongues in the form of  hypocritical  admirations..
speaking in sly tongues my ability to keep them young and beautiful forever..
 
I am the blade that sliced the throats of virgins as Blood Countess’s bathe in their blood.  
such a credulous this jester longed for my charisma, using their lives as the  ransom she paid  
her reflection… as I fed on her insides draining her essence with flashy words and empty  
promises.. I am merciless in my quest there is none other like me.. I am Vanity  
layered in vengeful pride and clothe within arrogance egotist egomaniac..
 
Deadly in my sin of self –importance for none comes before and there  
shall never be another after.. I AM VANITY..