why?

the venom flows through the veins of the serpent
she struts her stuff in an obvious way
the dark alleys her own desire
she walks in a suggestive way...opening the realm of morality 'questioned'
windy, dark....the city life..
the overcrowding hustle bustle keeps her alive
won't you come over? won't you redeem her?
"ha! redemption...she is not worthy of such"
sanity...a phrase too long to comprehend
shut out the shutterbugs...close the windows of tomorrow..
speak a language...only sounds i can relate..
bleeding...bleeding potions of love..the shatters and splinters...far away from..
seemingly smart...her serpentile ways...
the tears that sparkle..."oh! get out of my way!"
random remarks...dont break the soul...
soul?? for what it matters...she bears no more..
a leading path to destruction of the selves...
a mirror reflecting the self of the self
can you capture this moment in time??
freeze those tears and burn them alive...
coming down to reality's door
a window pane...a window, just, really...coming down and down
a frenzy of sorts...a pop of the bubble...
"hey there cowboy"
she returns to her endeavours....
calmly...she looks at the back...
no beacon shouts...no bugle sings....
the tear...too precious than pearl...drops to the ground
hisss hisss hisss
and then the venom...
takes it all...