The idea of growing old
Is in your head
You picture in your mind
A skin, withered old man

You would do anything
Just to stay young
Plastic surgeries are only for the rich
But they can be done at home

Your fear of ageing
Grows more and more
You cut what you think are wrinkles
Off your face

Half cut off face
Only remains of what used to be eyelids
You can't control this insanity
Constantly use your knife

Time passes by and you are afraid to grow old
Madness of the knife takes control
Cause you're still growing old
Carnage of a human life was for nothing
Cause you're growing old

When you're dead will you be rid of this problem
Or will you again be growing old
Caused be loss of blood you're buried in a casket
Friends and relatives don't recognise you at your
Funeral
Time passes by……….