Would I lie to you baby?
A beautiful idiosyncratic allegiance to the myth of blurred perceptions
A reworked flirt of the former self
A holographic whisper
A Schiele warped around the embodiment of a biological formula
A prolonged monologic fantasy of the ideal
A shell to encase a shell
A Russian doll to scrutinize
A perpetual beacon of hollow disappointment
An escalation to the crippling insecure ideology
For a doll is stored to be admired
A cold circumference
with an interior to match
A depth that only ventures fist deep
A sponsored sponge.
An unattainable mystification
All packaging with no surprise
A compromise to the age of intangible lies
Do not succumb to the broken disguise.