Memento Mori

Long hair, beautiful and dark like a starless night sky, perfectly matching her personality. A face as intoxicating as an empty bottle of rye with eyes that glare dogmatically. Her body is an hourglass and my time is running out. Composure I must amass for these feelings I know little about. She is a book filled with an unknown story written in the blood ink of her past lovers -- my very own memento mori, which if ignored will put me under the covers. Covers from which I will not rise, stuck beneath her sheet of lies.