porcilen skin and rose red lips
sky blue eyes and carless hips
it was her purness that drew the sin
she bore scares in her heart
and showed on her skin
her flawless features had been cut again
gothic beauty, elegant and fair
with blood red roses in ebony hair
soft black lave to covor her chest
long blach skirt to hide her legs
black eyliner to dull the eyes
make up to concil the bruses she hides
black heart, black tears
"its she who lives without any fears"
pestamistic, nastacistic
"her dark world revolves around her"
she was empty praying to be full
then she relizes she is full of emptyness
its a cruel world, its a cruel joke
be a beauty who lives carefree
in a box of her own making
where the sun never shines
the moon never sets
and we are all left to dream |
Submission Name: Rotten Angels
