Gazing at your image,
I gaze into your soul
Sometimes shy of the camera, sometimes consumes you whole…
A glimpse of this, a hint of that
Fully nude, just wearing a hat
Grit and glitter and forever shine
Memoirs of past, a voyage in time
Skulls and fire. Leather and lace
A fishnet stocking placed over your face
Santo Marco the ultimate fighter
Lost in the shadows, but shining brighter
Treat ya self to an image so rare
Criminal lover beyond compare
Only the brave can see your soul
Black heart inside, consuming you whole
Evil dead eyes and devils of red
Mamba queen and the day of the dead
Empty eyes lost behind a smile
That draws you in, and wantonly beguiles
The boy with the pipe, looking so cool
The clown in a cafe, who’s nobody’s fool
You created you, beyond compare
Versions of an original, dark nightmare
Your pretty face is going to hell
You wear it with pride. You wear it so well
Kill me now or make me pretty
Down in the dust where life is so shitty
Saint Judy of the Original sin
With a mamba smile enticing you in
Adorned in silver and traces of gold
Always youthful, never growing old
Ange Chan ©2018
Image credit : Jamie McLeod