She's like Las Vegas Sunsets
All dolled up in Silk and Lace
She's got New York Eyes
Under ever-present shades
She's a Siren with Chicago Hips
All wrapped up in a Leather Miniskirt
She's got Legs from Here to Heaven
Under Tattoos and Lullabye Skin
She's a Heartattack in the making
All decked out with Poison Smiles
And i know i'm not the first She's killed
Just as You surely won't be the last
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The Autopsy of Ashes (Victoria)
PoetryThis is the Story of Victoria. i Loved Her. i Hated Her. i Needed Her. She Created me. She Destroyed me. She is Everyone who ever got away. She is Your favourite Song. She is Everything. She is the Ashes of Your house. She is Nothing. She is You...
