Vanity, It's looking back, yelling at you. How you appear is a mystery. Stranger, They're getting closer. Awkward and unidentified. Lights shine bright, hidden beneathe a crimson surface. You're unveiled now. A crazy mess. Pleasure;not. Dark Circles around bright blue bloody eyes. Lack of pigment. You're porcelain, breakable. You're nonexistent. ( Read more... )