Vanity Zombification

Appeasing the broken lonely crowd.
A mass of meat and stoic to the beat.
A mass of hairspray stuck on group-discrete.
You lose your purpose tonight,
By shifting your face to makeup and desperate.
and gliding into your nightly ambulate.

Stay,
The beauty of you.
Remain,
To self love and truth.
And claim,
Your wretched twin of youth,
With guns, knives, and blades.

You enter,
A wolf-pack of desperation.
Lambs with signs that say “Eat here!”
Pointing to their chest.
How is emptiness so praised and weighted?
So you empty your innards then go to dance,
Zombie whore who fell for the trance.
Turn back your purple bloody face,
You were never meant to see this place.
Return to your previous existence.
Your first estate and class.