Is it the truth or an illusion


is he beauty or a beast

Seven deadly sins for dinner

vanity the daily feast



Promising what is not his

and delivering only pain

With every vile indulgence

his youth begins to wane



Never a blemish on that face

not wrinkle or a crease

Of his painting torment calls

never does it cease



Pure debauchery and lust

for a woman curves

Opium to quell the fears

those which he deserves



Morbid twisted features

his shadows growing old

Oils wretched in crisis

as the punishment unfolds



“Prince Charming” in appearance

poison for a soul

Murder and gross mayhem

begin to take control



Portrait severely cracked

disfigured in the face

Body wilted from his sin

showing it disgrace



No atonement stops his torture

nowhere to retreat

This agony consumes him

giving tasting to his deceit



In final desperation

he carves the canvas with a knife

Fate does come full circle

Dorian Gray has lost his life
I would want to live longer...