A blank canvas always gives the painter an illusion of innocence

But there are voices in the stern silence of the dark night if you listen closely

The Hugo Boss stained ambience clandestinely

Musks the stench of yet another bleeding heart

They probably should have never said hello

Along Hallowed hallways paved on promises of everlasting lust

These lilac scented lies have brought you a beautiful truth laced in fiction

They’ll have you thinking dreams come true on Louis Vuitton sheets spread out on huge Victorian beds in rooms whose vintage walls have bounced off more of Jezebel’s echoes of ecstasy than any Chinese brothel in the capital

I thought she knew, that the devil was the most beautiful angel ever created.