A hairdo of seduction

A crown of lies

A lipstick of poison

A pearl of chaos

A bracelet of confusion

A dress of despise

A heart like fallen mansion

A spirit rotten inside

What is it with your identity, despicable illusionist seductress?

Bring clothes down like kamikaze losing yourself in the process

Day after another a stab then another

You became a translucent, you lost your picture

Who can you say you are

You’re a billion soul

Please don’t go somewhere far

Just throw in the towel.

-------Nasha------