Fashion Suicide

I’ve hung myself in pearls—a fashion suicide
Drunk the fine yet poisoned wine—a luxurious pesticide
Imprisoned myself with priceless chains, weighed down with all the jewels
Strangled in the satin gloves; the plaything of fools
And as I stare through ivory bars
Sapphire tears that shine like stars
My death note penned in ink,
You’ll see only how I dress
And naught of what I think.