In a smoke filled room, mixed with a musty sent of cheep perfume and dryed lust. Love left this place years ago but this is were she resides.
Under a lace and feather cover is were she hides.
Long black hair, that falls gentlely down her back like a waterfall, coressting her pale white skin.
Her deep brown eyes outlined heavily with glitter, and gold and toped wih thick black mascara, like heavy black feathers they flutter over her eyes. The same eyes that could lead a man to there demise with just a wink.
And under this perfect shell, a body that some would die for, a body that kills some, but yet it hides a broken soul of a lost child.
A child that has seen so much, but yet has felt so little, and now the child is lost forever and now all that is left is this monster with the rouge red lips.