Vanity's Victim

Camera’s surround the poor girl
feeding her pain.
as their flashes ravage her
undressing lust’s shame.
but through it all she poses still
Unbeknownst to her fate
enslaved by destiny’s will.

For she is Vanity’s Victim.
and here lies her therapy
to indulge her addiction.
until met with uninspired apathy
for without patron’s praise,
and camera’s wanting,
her mind is lost
in a sickness so daunting.

she heeds not my whisper,
nor examines my gaze,
I left not her side,
this casualty of fixation’s daze.
but I am no angel,
nor savior in this case,
and to her sanity I hold Death’s hallmark
and walk his brooding pace,
her eyes meet mine as I aim fast and firm,
and pull the trigger sadly,
with no lesson learned.
her eyes take it in,
as she has before,
a flash like all others
but now her tears run pure.
she was deaf to my whisper,
and blind to my rhyme,
i tried to tell her once,
but was never given the time.
As Death follows fast the camera’s flash,
with no sustenance for sanity,
thus ends this model’s Mad Hatter dash!