She walks on velvet, swaying hips
Flashes a grin, the poise she keeps
And for her query:
What makes you happy?
She waves her hand ever gently.
She walks in skin and bones collapsing
Flashes a grin, but near to fainting
With this she answers:
Loose clothes and shivers
She eats her dinner in reverse.
Blood is her carpet, blades are her sash
She keeps on walking - feline
Fits the crown of purging - rash
'Til she gets to be the beauty queen.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
She walks on velvet, swaying hips
Flashes a grin, the poise she keeps
And for her query:
What makes you happy?
She waves her hand ever gently.
She walks in skin and bones collapsing
Flashes a grin, but near to fainting
With this she answers:
Loose clothes and shivers
She eats her dinner in reverse.
Blood is her carpet, blades are her sash
She keeps on walking - feline
Fits the crown of purging - rash
'Til she gets to be the beauty queen.
