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Wednesday, September 17, 2003 The Goth QueenThe Goth Queen straps her leather boots and pulls her stockings up She drinks the bitter wine of loss from the ancient lordly cup The Goth Queen grabs her purse and fills it with her pills They take away the pain and help to solve her mortal ills The Goth Queen turns the music up The speakers push and pound The Queen forgets her sorrows in the screaming, soaring sounds The Goth Queen cuts her arm The blood riseth to her skin It doesn't hurt that much, but it heals the pain she holds within The Goth Queen cries a tear of black It falls onto her glove Five years ago today she lost Her Gothic Prince of Love posted by:Russ at 12:31 AM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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