a crimson corset
with black scull bows
frozen dead lips
threaded closed
pale white skin
covered in black lace
hidden beauty
within her dead face
deep depression within
her down cast eyes
darkness and elegance
within her soul lies
her long dark hair
flows down her back
her skin cold to touch
her heart warm with black
her grace and beauty
is twisted they say
i just believe
i'm pretty in my own way
 
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