Oscar Stories

Gaze into the mirrorAt that beauty standing thereNo mar upon perfectionA visage pure and fairSmile, a mouth that curves in glassReflection in the eyesFull form is that caught staring backDeadened, yet alivePassions build without restraintNo halt to those desiresNo holds barred, now evil deedsCan feed untended firesFlesh becomes the canvasBone is now the frameTrapped within the portraitCursed to bear your nameHow blissful...