Veiled

Behind the veils of glitz and glamour

Half-eaten by the dark

Lies a soul in fettered grandeur

Decaying in the sack.

Tossed to and fro from sin to sin

By the happenings of time and chance

Battered through thick and thin;

A victim of circumstance.

Her lines are fallen out of place

Hanging loose beneath her reality

Beyond the smiles on her pretty face

Are those red eyes of agony.

Where else can she go away from her plight？

As the world keep racing around

She may have to win this fight

But her faith is falling to the ground.

What can a bisected life suffice？

One smiling; the other crying

Death might finally be her price

Cos, she's been lying whereas she's dying！