Sunny Dispositions

That mask will crack,
That face will crumble,
Beauty will break,
The sins beneath seap through,
Dark forbidden lies.

That heart may be clean and pure,
But veins of dark blood run within,
And sour that strong heart,
Till it beats with a slow and sluggish pulse.

Each breath, shallowly gasps at hard air,
Till that mouth slackens and eyes roll,
Bright energy turned,
To salty decay.