They say age hits hardest at 40 and 60

When the old crone comes and slays the former pixie. 

Faces turn ambiguous and sarcopenia reigns, 

No matter the work, no matter the pains. 

And you were there early, so it comes for you faster, 

A selfish lifestyle that’s become a disaster, 

Not just from sun, but from emotional stress, 

Caused by your greed and your utter falseness. 

You’ve wasted your years, wasted your time, your nerve 

Waiting for a fantasy that you do not deserve, 

Materialistic and cruel, judgmental and phony, 

You could have been loved this whole time, could have had me. 

But you chose peer pressure and fictional ills, 

Craving expensive dinners, hot cars, and posh window sills. 

Your life’s been a lie, lived for other people, 

Instead of yourself, but it’s your heart that is evil. 

So take that last fraud, who’s sniffing around, 

Looking for a replacement for the last woman he drowned, 

For you have no values and you have no pride, 

You do not want love, disloyal soul, faith not true, 

Only drama and the lies for attention you’ve clung to.

There are only plastic people and plastic skin now to choose from, 

And that is exactly what you chose, no need to play dumb, 

No need to feel sorry for yourself and seek more pity,

Because it happens to all, worse for you because you’re shitty.

Your time is up, and nothing chosen now will be real, 

Just a placeholder until death, a shameful devil’s deal,

Because you could not be honest, and twisted your own soul, 

Would not except love unless it came with money and control.

Now your face will betray you again, as your body turns to scar, 

And it is every bit deserved, for it is who you are.