I like the idea of hair blending in with skin, I like the thought of being colorless, I like the notion of being so thin, so frail, one touch could shatter your entirety.
A fleeting thought Of something so sick, So broken, So disturbed That it can be nothing more than Beautiful.
Definitely makes me think of Bowie and his Cocaine addiction. I'm sure there were plenty of times he was blinded by the beauty of the experience, despite the fact it almost destroyed him. Very nice. :)