Beauty Must Have Died

And beauty must have died.
After draining bottle after bottle of substance.
Meeting eye to eye with the bottom of the glass.
Lighting up cigarette after cigarette.
In a dazed nicotine state came the time of death.
No one to pronounce the exact moment.
Beauty must have died because it seems it's no longer enough.
Actions indeed speak louder than words and you aren't proving me wrong.
Beauty must have died.
All washed up,
Possibly an overdose in a sketchy part of town.
Maybe a suicide off a high bridge into darkening waters.
It went quietly,
not a yell or scream
or any sign of it's departure.
Beauty must have died,
I'm just not sure how long ago.