Death is the Mother of Beauty

A brazen façade cracked in two,

Betraying the truth inside;

Being overtaken, falling in the deep,

Of the emotional tide.

Strong and taught around your heart,

It's the end of a night.

You've gone into a celebration

Of dark and terrible delight.

And in the end, an empty surrender,

Does make the marker know

That in the end, it won't make sense,

Like two loves ago.

Will the damage be for naught?

When the curtain falls on you,

Is it not a horrid feeling

That not a thing was true?