I’m obsessed with a self professed narcissist. Manipulation gives her so much sensation and she can’t resist. Driven by senseless greed, she’s a glasshouse with jealousy growing inside her like a seed. Her favourite topic of conversation is herself and she fantasizes about amassing a glamorous amount of wealth. She asks me to worship her body and tell her that she’s a star. She looks like a glorious sex symbol that was born to be admired from afar. I can’t help but be intoxicated by this vain and vapid being so I tell her what she wants to hear. This girl is so darkly attractive that it both fascinates and makes me fear.
Her mission in life is to seduce and destroy. The many men in her life are props to play with. Toys. She cuts throats for fun and her insides ignite when she makes love to loaded guns. The blood on her skin dries when she dares to stand in the sun. She sees through tinted glasses but the vision isn’t pretty. She detects any and all darkness that exists within her city. Her mind is erratic and sometimes she feels too static so she’ll kill and indulge but never will she let her sins be seen through glass. Her corruption is combined with class so her wicked ways, she’ll never divulge.
She doesn’t deny herself of any pleasure. Her morals are tainted and she’ll go to any measure. She walks around dripping in gold and the ice she wears reflects her soul. She is covered in crystals that glisten in the light. She dances sensually with mysterious strangers in the dark of the night. Rose tinted glasses and a lollipop between her lips. She touches her face with such grace using her fingertips. Her eyes are exquisite and they seem to shine but they only look alive when her nose is buried in white lines. Her glass is filled with the most expensive liquor and she is intoxicated. Everybody looks at her because she is an art form and they are fascinated.
Her lips are red and her body is covered in jewels. This is a facade, only to be accepted by fools. Men and women, for her they bleed. The wealthy echelon, possessions stolen in the name of greed. The colour is the curtain call for the theatrical crime that she likes to call a show. When her rings catch the light for the final time that night they seem to glow. The diamonds and crystals that reflect like water are the heirlooms snatched from the socialites daughter. Her lips are red and her body is covered in jewels. She displays her sins strategically like a set of tools. Every Sunday she arrives with red lips and expensive jewels. This is a facade, only to be accepted by fools.
They admire the way that the lights make your beautiful skin glow. They love it when you coat yourself in gold and put on an extravagant show. You know that they adore the decadent parties that you love to throw. They feed your cravings so you let them capture the angles that you want the world to know. You welcome the invasive camera lenses but not before putting on false pretences. The provocative persona is the one that you allow the voyuerists to see. Your image is important so you construct a facade then invite them in for the exclusive POV.
Pretty is as pretty does so her reflection is tainted and appears malicious. External love never penetrates her skin because she believes the admiration is fictitious. Her beautiful body feels rough to touch because her thoughts are twisted and torturous. The emotions displayed on her face feel like a facade that she doesn’t trust. Pretty is as pretty does so when she speaks she hears glasses smashing and thunder crashing. She hears other women whose their voices sound like honey because their souls are rich, overflowing with money. Pretty is as pretty does so she dances sensually underneath flourescents hoping that she will embody a refined and glamorous essence. Pretty is as pretty does so she cries in the rain to hide her tears. Pretty is is as pretty does so she never lets the world see her pain or know her fears.
There is a place for the elite that is hidden from eyes of the world. It is filled with glass tables and sensual girls. This is the reality in which people release their inhibitions. The dancing bodies look like lewd art forms as they experiment with different positions. Excessive indulgence classed as debauchery is what we use to set ourselves free. Wander into this mansion, please explore it with me. Take off your blindfold so that you can allow yourself to see. The world is full of vices and this is their home. Let go of your morals to make love to the unknown.