Urine and whiskey. Perfume and sweat. Smoke and sex. A deep bass thrummed through the brick walls providing madness with rhythm, insanity with a heartbeat. The desecrated building oozed sin in the form of one crumpled figure cloaked in shadows propped up against a dumpster's side. Darkness clung like an unpaid whore to the inert form, filling in hollowed cheeks before blooming under blood-red eyes. Beauty warred against decay in the cerulean irises, allied with golden lashes and porcelain skin.
Yet sin is a conniving enemy, evidenced by the blooming purple bruises marching up both inner arms as regularly as stripes in a roadway. Shards of glass pierced leather-clad legs allowing scarlet lifeblood to mix with the darkness creating burgundy puddles of shadow that outlined the inanimate being. Flawless ivory skin was marred by scars that could only be self-inflicted, the newest only just beginning to heal over with raw pink flesh.
As night began to fade so did the last vestiges of life within the immobile man, leaving just enough for one last breath. Cherubic lips moved silently, then stilled when a steel rose appeared on the man's chest, thorns pricking through black fabric to drink the last sweet drops of blood. The single leaf was engraved with only five words: Louis Weasley, Perfect no more.
A/N: So I wrote this in under an hour while listening to "Give Me Some Love" by James Blunt (amazing song, you should listen to it), and while it's definitely not in my usual vein, I'd still love to hear what you thought of it. I'm not entirely sure if I really like it, so your input would help. Please and thank you!