Deciet whispers to them loudly once.

Buy.
    Wear.
         Smoke.
            They listen.
Silk prada scarves wrapped around long, white necks.
    Sucking on nicotene & tongues coated in champagne.
Lights too bright not to squint.
    Everybody's beautiful.
 
Old stays old and new becomes all.
All. All but now is irrelevant.
The important. The now.
In the dark,
In the shadows,
In the hidden
is a secret.
A secret
Beyond the flash of cameras,
    Beyond the ticking of a Rolex,
        Beyond the warped sense of self,
Beyond the lies and burning breath of glamour,
When all the glitter fades into the scenery,
And you start to fade,
    fade,
    fade,
away.

They Run.
Barefoot,
trampling their lost aspirations of infamy,

Red Sequined roads masking their bleeding feet,
Tear soaked Mascara paving thin, black paths on their faces
Dior Homme gowns plastered to their bodies
          as black Chanel polish falls from the sky.

Empty bottles of hope litter the sidewalk
They're drunk.

Billion dollar dreams and cocaine ethics,
            
                                                                                                                    The sun is empty and shattered
Day black as night.
                                                   The gold lining
                                                          ripped
from its seams,
                           And wrapped around the souls of the forgotten.
The fallen.
Fail.
Failure.