Praise my immaculate skin complexion. Cherish these symmetrical features. I maintain my poise on this pedestal. If looks could kill, my charms would scatter faceless dead bodies everywhere. Like an over-exposed medallion hanging around my neck, ostentation glitters. Perfect visibility is an asset. I reach for its crown. Disseminated black roses follow my every step. A mirror's reflection is so soothing. A stunning self-portrait reveals itself. Immortalize this flawless creation. Each step feels like a stroll on the red carpet. Perfect visibility is an asset, a coronation. Modesty can only reduce one's pride to ashes. My chin points towards a grey sky: superiority. I only look down on other beings: inferiority. Immaculate. The annihilation of every larvae would not sadden me. Immaculate. My contempt for the living elevates my one true love to a higher rank. Diminish a hero to embellish my dignity. Perfect visibility is an asset, a crown held up high. I will sit alone on my throne. I will sit alone on my throne. I will sit alone on my throne. I will sit alone on my throne. Secluded. |
