sherbelair

It was half past nine and the shadow of a flickering flame danced on the wall A beaming radiance so hot its wax trickled down a side that was tall Laying there liquefied on an antique forest green plate Surrounding its exterior to get cold and dry up changing its state She had bolstered about here and there until the waking hours of dawn A tiring day had captured a long and tremendous yawn She let it out as it floated over the mellow jazz sounds The saxophone eased her into a relaxing composition within red silk bounds The only sheets worthy of enveloping skin so soft and supple This bed she could lay in forever and get lost betwee

You proceed into the night filling these streets with darkness. Your mysterious appeal lures me in with the one-sided face you reveal to me. Meanwhile your shadow lurks in the corner and this has become one messed up night. Scared to death and stricken with fascination, I can't stop myself. I continue, helpless and consumed by your mystery. I cannot move. My body is frozen. I cannot stop myself. I continue. Do I dare make a sound? My eyes are wide open. I see nothing but black. I close my eyes and open, yet to see the same shit and feel the same pain. I wipe my eyes and stare at bloody hands. I'm crying red. The thickness see

Dyed hair, eye liner, mascara, eye shadow Black is so beautiful. Piercings and tattoos. These alterations are hardcore. Dress shirt, skinny tie, sick belt and tight pants. The rocker has an edgy look. Change your clothes. Put on a t-shirt and baggy shorts. Maybe a tank and hot suspenders. Slip into skater shoes and jump on your skateboard. Spiked, mohawk, short, long, messy, surfer, hockey, fade, clean cut, bald However you like your hair. Throw on your leather jacket and get on your motorcycle. Ride that custom like a speed demon. Get drunk at parties and clubs. Playboy sleep with plenty of women. Pass out and wake up like it