Why is my face like this
Why do I wear the kiss of rose on my lips
My eyes carry the true bliss of the earthy abyss
My fingertips can bring the apocalypse.

Why are my cheeks this soft white
Speckled with a bite from the true desire of the night
Red. Blood floods my body in this flight of life.
Why is my skin so white
When what lives inside me is the true sight?

My lips move in the form of lies
My hips roll in the rhythm of this disguise
Is this all to mesmerize some sore eyes?
Is that why my fingers always rise to analyze?

Long legs , soft flesh
But this will not stay fresh
My lips will lose their kiss
And I will miss my arrogant hiss
But why these?

That brown like a spring breeze
Those hands and feet , heart and mind
Thank you to whoever is behind
Because you learned me to fly blind
In the mighty wind.