๐๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ถ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฉท๐ฌ๐ฑIn alleys soaked with neon lies,..
Added 2025-04-04 04:29:52 +0000 UTC๐๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ถ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฉท๐ฌ๐ฑ
In alleys soaked with neon lies, she roams,
A scarlet myth in torn, rose-leather domes;
Her skirt a sirenโs call amid the night,
A flame of flesh set against wealthโs cold might.
Her heels, tall sins in candy hue,
Click clack past towers the rich once knew;
Each step defies the gilded, stony air,
A dance of ruin, bold and bare.
Her faceโa canvas of cheap rouge and lead,
Heavy lashes framing eyes of fire and dread;
In garish glow her secrets intertwine,
Mocking societyโs decadent design.
Encasing limbs in silky, gleaming art,
Rose-hued horse-oil stockings play their part;
Their edges, scandalous, bear a lurid traceโ
Condoms, brimming thick, in a disgraceful embrace,
Oozing seed in a perverse, illicit run,
A final flourish where debaucheryโs spun.
Those lipsโobscene, voluptuous bloom,
Leave prints that brand with decadent doom,
Pressed in dirt where pride witness its fall,
A kiss beneath, defying the high and tall.
With nails like blades dipped deep in desire,
She flicks them low, igniting wicked fire;
Beneath the belt, with playful, cruel art,
She toys with men drained of coin and heart.
Each man she drains becomes a fleeting game,
A nameless face consumed by lustโs aflame;
Their moans are coins, their gasps a tarnished gold,
Fed to the siren whose tale is bitterly told.
Not born of love or desperate, tender need,
She is the bloom of a poisoned, shattered seed;
A monument to the chasm of worth and despair,
Where wealthโs high towers breed ruin in the air
episode 1
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