in a dark and somber midnight crushed velvet blue room, lies a delicate woman with sullen pouty ruby lips that turn into a frown
amberish honeyed hair that fans out in glory
trickling salty tears of sadness and rage
piercing stormy grey eyes that shine a kaleidscope of emotions in a instance
porcelain cloaked skin with powder blue veins draped in grace to decor defeated in life by a single ***** of a venomous spindle forever in a eternal sleep