Her leather soul filled with nihilism
Soft nihilism covered in chocolate sex
Her rule a cage of fools
I am the ironic believer
Sitting like a precipice of glass
Salvation is never a random game
We are one muse
Inspirited by illusion
You dress for the halls of death
Clocks like silk kingdoms
Hiding in time knowing life is glorious
Gorged in elegant death
Black leather perfume
You ask me if I am true
I am the blue you reject
Her red fingernails of horror
Her back silk stockings of prison
Stilettos punish me like vampires
Leather soul in relentless wet night
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