Goth Girl 1

Her skin is like porcelain. Her lips are a bloody red. Her eyes,

full of sin. She loves raising the dead. I'm so in love with the

Goth girl, my raging queen of the night. I'm so enslaved by the Goth

girl, my mistress with a lead pipe. She loves to roll in dead

things. She hisses and purrs like a cat. Her hair is

black like the ocean. Her laugh is like breaking glass. She's so pure.

Knife hands steady. Never unsure. Black nails ready. She's so cruel. Red eyes gleaming.

Skin so cool. I'm not breathing. She's a dark goddess of the night.