my poem:

You can buy your way into her tight pants

No pxnties under her short skirt

She’s full of surprises

A name you’ll forget

A face you’ll always remember

Somber black eyes

Disguised in stolen beauty

Disgusted by torturous guys

Another ripped page to her tragic story

Wet dreaming of life above the horizon

Stuck in her bittersweet body

Wet beds and tender memories

To boys she’s just a piece of meat

To men she’s the perfect daughter

One you touch but never fulfill

One you offer lust but never love

Happiness is given to those who are giving

Yet she still sleeps alone

Soiled sheets

She’s left a soppy mess

With an extra dollar in her pocket

We’re all given hearts

That don’t mean we gotta use them

Mind over matter

Living costs a pretty penny

She’ll haunt you in unpleasant dreams

Nightmares always come true

Say them out loud

While the devil whispers slowly

“Bend over and take it.”

No gods and angels in sight

Locked doors and creaky wooden floors

Cold air and whimpering delights

Girls don’t cry on accident

She only speaks when provoked

Prays just in case, The Invisibles watching

Every submissive needs their master

Tighten the rope and show him hxll

Sharing spit and marking his big body

He’s her’s and she’s nobody’s

Short stick soul

Is she here to teach or to learn?

To stitch sticky webs and spread dormant seeds or make a mess all over his bedsheets?

Shut up and brxed me baby… #goth, #gothic, #gothmusic, #gothgirl