Two black pearls swirled into orbs of nothingness. Pale white skin powdered and caked with
hiden stories, false colors blinded by the true grace. Red smeared with lips that stick with each taste.
The truth only cames out with two deep wounded memories of false pretense. Only the real thing lays on fingertips.
Hidden from the real who only dreamed a nightmare away.
Sleeves of cold shoulders under unique fabrics.
Neckline down to neat and questioning colors pose a threat when leaning to closely.
Trembles of a eerie tone of voice
never to light to up lips never knowing,if not ever smiling high crackles when the devil's laughing.
Cruel heart in a handkerchief,but the Commissoner said he only had in his pockets were ". Nifes and Lint."