III

blood strains on her red clothes was it a mayhem or my virgin lady is beginning to bleed outta all jokes she coughs and spreads the concern as she walk to the hell and burn or is it the act of decadence of pure pleasure, felt her body is warm and bleeding her breasts are hard and brown often she go astray of madness all for nothing and found the river of dreams have turned into a gutter of drown her charisma is magical so she pressed her thighs and death smiled outta the mockery of human pleasure her burdened soul saw beyond present and got its future exiled she saw her bones weak she saw her existance sleek and when stopped with her bleed saw the reality in bleak the party was over and uncover the hanging image of corpse and grasp the ugly face of human living