Inner steps of fate (sonnet)

As you behold the seated mannequin  
that temptress comes with a pose reclined
reclined with her long legs, stretched out so thin
hairless, smooth waiting for the hand to find
 
Sitting on the steps that lead to nowhere  
foul dank walls, that signify her occupation
a brief liaison, expecting no great love affair
credit card or bank note, enhancing each sensation
 
Comprehension, now you see how far the fall  
with soulless eyes, reflections of life's shitty void
body, the inhabitant no better than Neandertal
just falsehood, a noir film made of celluloid
 
Just a casing painted, dressed for a pleasures fee
 that playground, a sham, empty of all entity