precious skin of an evil so beautiful
hair colored as dark passion ever so soft
lips of sin perfect mix of torture
cheeks of the young and not so innocent
the neck of the goddess of broken hearts
shoulders and back of a portrait so perfect
her hands cast spells with every single touch
sculptured hypnotizing shape down to her feet
voice like an angel telling nothing but lies
laugh like the chosen one for me and myself and who
why make it so real when the fake is in control
why act as if something is to become of this
destructive, chaotic, wrathful, who is among us
who will control the actions of the wicked hate
what will starve the ones who are not hungry
but i am still waiting to give it a try
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