Best Dress For A Princess

Best dress, perfume, her name was youth.
She is blessed Each day is last
Forever blessed
Closet, cocaine, no time no doubt
Live your life like it is last
For the Self till the End
White powder - posession
She want an Explosion.
Explosion.
..She is dead..
This world is the show
She played like nobody
Youth&Death embraced in waltz.
With no retreat.
With no regret.
It's her fate. Lust her face.
Even when roses are black.
Confessor...
She need no confessor
................
This Earth is a grave.
Put n the body.