blood strains on her red clothes
 was it a mayhem
or my virgin lady is beginning to bleed
 outta all jokes
she coughs and spreads the concern
 as she walk to the hell and burn
or is it the act of decadence
 of pure pleasure, felt
her body is warm and bleeding
 her breasts are hard and brown
often she go astray of madness
 all for nothing and found
the river of dreams have turned
 into a gutter of drown

her charisma is magical so she
 pressed her thighs and death smiled
outta the mockery of human pleasure
 her burdened soul saw beyond present
and got its future exiled

she saw her bones weak
 she saw her existance sleek
and when stopped with her bleed
 saw the reality in bleak

the party was over
 and uncover
the hanging image of corpse
 and grasp
the ugly face of human living