Goth Mascara - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
You secretly cut yourself
With razor blades,
In every way misbehave.
You roam dangerous streets
At night with unholy men
Who supply you with drugs
For promiscuous favors;
And those fiends you count as friends!
You act tough for a little girl,
I’ve seen your Goth mascara
Run with tears.
Please, find love
And save your soul.
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