Dressed in the dark
purposely, on a back of rebellions horse
careering through our walls of life
mascara running faster than we can
down the eyelids shut and she cried
yet we stood by her and decisions
made in a plaster scene background
of glitter and dresses serene
in catalogues of teenage life
tattoo do you
hair of a ravens wing
flying pale against the sun that
continually sets in a dark place
Oh little Gothic girl
blankets to cover the face
skulls and a crossed bone
depressed yet i
the hairy monster of the mountings
pictured on a wall, nailed, straight
look back, not down on you
a photograph
oh little Gothic girl
do be true.
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