What makes the sane twisted ?
What turns the face of the stunning beauty to the posh elegance of contempt?
Does the Prada wearing devil have a story to tell us ?
and still upon staring at those story tellers they send shivers down my skin .. killing sense feel upon my legs now and we're stuck there .. alone
between the murderers looks and succulent lips
you cant help your self but to indulge in her story, her reason, her tale
she looks steady and calm but
.. it lays inside of her
catching each and every prey that falls into her palm, eating, suffocating and in the name of the heart she crucify's them ... the warning
and still, looking back after hearing her scent as she passes by ... I toast to her, holding it up high in the courtyard of luxuries, diamonds and tuxedos.
We smile
and and yet we still bleed
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