She Said Let Us Drink To This...
Her intentions were nothing better then a wolf about to pounce upon a startled prey..
But was she tired?
A slice of ebony heart still whimpering upon a platter of envious attire, but did she slacken her grip on its pieces?
I will drink to this
Because i know you
Very ill advised
But i see the gloss dripping into your glass
You do not matter
When the lust breathes the words that seem to fade when spoken, as though they meant something so great to the ears of the on lookers
But what else would we say?
That whores do not see fit to the capital state of mannerisms in this world?
Bathing in a lime light not shown so brightly
The attention there is dull as plastic gold
As shiny as the waters that lap at the shore of a rainy day
I have claimed all but your soul
Fitting it neatly in a hand bag
So let us drink to this
A self righteous but clouded abyss
She woke up the next day
In a bed that was so different from the white sheets of the cheap hotel rooms that she was so accustomed to
Instead the bed was empty
Literally empty of any color, just a mattress and her naked image lying still staring at a piece of broken mirror shinning its reflection at her pathetic mouth still upturned with disgust
What must be done?
What more could this late rose bloom?
Marked with nothing less then shame she clutched at the bed and screamed a low mournful cry..
A last resort to fetch the hand of fate that still dangled in front of her woeful eyes
A small chance to achieve the suicidal conflict rotting among the dreams to be something in a world full of nothing...
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I Heart Whores ^.^
Love Audri
But was she tired?
A slice of ebony heart still whimpering upon a platter of envious attire, but did she slacken her grip on its pieces?
I will drink to this
Because i know you
Very ill advised
But i see the gloss dripping into your glass
You do not matter
When the lust breathes the words that seem to fade when spoken, as though they meant something so great to the ears of the on lookers
But what else would we say?
That whores do not see fit to the capital state of mannerisms in this world?
Bathing in a lime light not shown so brightly
The attention there is dull as plastic gold
As shiny as the waters that lap at the shore of a rainy day
I have claimed all but your soul
Fitting it neatly in a hand bag
So let us drink to this
A self righteous but clouded abyss
She woke up the next day
In a bed that was so different from the white sheets of the cheap hotel rooms that she was so accustomed to
Instead the bed was empty
Literally empty of any color, just a mattress and her naked image lying still staring at a piece of broken mirror shinning its reflection at her pathetic mouth still upturned with disgust
What must be done?
What more could this late rose bloom?
Marked with nothing less then shame she clutched at the bed and screamed a low mournful cry..
A last resort to fetch the hand of fate that still dangled in front of her woeful eyes
A small chance to achieve the suicidal conflict rotting among the dreams to be something in a world full of nothing...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I Heart Whores ^.^
Love Audri