Beauty Decomposing

Beauty decomposing, Like Mozart unraveling; A symphony from his grave, She no longer would behave; Slowly she rotted, Her I's no longer dotted; No more makeup, Hair tied in a knot was her dressed up; She stunk like a corpse, Driven to the end of her ropes; Because not even an overdose, Would make her come alive a dead rose; She'd been mistreated, Her will to survive depleted; She no longer held her composure, Her life needed no closure; She was broken down, Wore on her face a constant frown; No more a bright light, This beauty caused fright; From the inside out, She was barren a drought; No longer could she be saved, All roads that led to her had been unpaved; Beauty she was no more, Just a long ago told fairy tale lore...