You are imperfect, and that is inevitable.
But out from your imperfection is something beautiful.
Your lips as might as thunder, that strikes faster than the viper. Toxic and painful, yet it felt sweet and powerful
Eyes that can deceive even the strongest of men. So powerful that none can withstand.
Skin so fair that stops the very movement of air.

But behind her godlike appearance is a mortal trapped in an illusion of fate and destiny. In need of hands, caught by depression that darkness is all she can see.
Believing she is alone in solitary. Confined and distant because of her beauty.

A soul as fragile as glass. A life that we dont know when she'll last.