Black Lace Bullet

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She walks in shadows, neon on her skin,
Every step a whisper, every move a sin.
Black lace, red lips, secrets in her eyes,
Boy, you’re just a moth, and she’s the cyanide.

Tick-tock, heartbeat slows,
She’s the knife at your throat.
One blink, and you won’t know,
Did she love you, or let you go?

She’s a black lace bullet, silver kiss of steel,
Soft as satin, sharp as fear.
You’ll beg, you’ll burn, you’ll bend, you’ll kneel,
But she don’t break, she don’t feel.

A confident individual poses against a textured wall adorned with colorful graffiti. They wear a striking black leather outfit with intricate tattoos and bold jewelry, showcasing their unique style.