AlestA - Dead Mona Lisa

Dead Mona Lisa

In halls of dust and broken frames,
Her shadow fades in poisoned flames.
The canvas cracks, the colors drown,
A queen of silence, stripped of her crown.

We walk through ruins cold and hollow,
Where nameless ghosts still try to follow.
A shrine of art turned into stone—
And every masterpiece dies alone.

Dead Mona Lisa,
we carry you through the grey.
The smile that has died
still haunts us every day.
The world that adored you
has fallen out of time—
Dead Mona Lisa,
a requiem in decline.

The night devours the golden age,
Ink turns to ash on every page.
The galleries echo lifeless cries,
A culture bleeding as it dies.

From fractured dreams to shattered truth,
We watch the downfall of our youth.
A final whisper, faint and cold,
Of stories fading, never told.

Dead Mona Lisa,
we carry you through the grey.
The smile that has died
still haunts us every day.
The world that adored you
has fallen out of time—
Dead Mona Lisa,
a requiem in decline.

Your eyes once held the world awake,
Now they reflect what we forsake.
A fallen star, a muted plea,
A mirror of our tragedy.

Dead Mona Lisa,
your silence splits the night.
The smile that has died
still burns without its light.
A legacy collapsing,
a culture out of breath—
Dead Mona Lisa,
we paint our way to death.

MMXXV