she's dying inside.
yet my heart beats for her.
oh she aches.
she bleeds.
avoiding the masses every year.
thinking no one sees her scars.
her tattoos.
her black mascara she never changes.
I should have watched her for what seems like years.
a eternity.
tattoos that dance along her pale body like a flame hugging her like a cage.
your violet long hair drives me to madness.
but I can't help but love the pain.
her violet deep eyes just looking into the void, seeking darkness, wanting control.
like she could tamper with the elements.
bend rain and lightning at her will.
she could kill me.
and I'd love you internally still.
her hourglass frame taunting me as she walked by.
cuz to most she's the queen of the damned.
dancing provocatively.
as I devotedly ask her to take me to hell.
a sexual hell.
a kiss made of blood and iron.
lithium.
rough sex.
cuz she's never tired.
my teenage dark child.
yet I'd murder for just a kiss.
just a touch.
to be reminded of bliss.
her black tight clothes
and her pantie line that making me a hot mess.
I dream of a night with her.
a night where I'm being more than a hot mess.
yet such softness I could never forget.
how she's dying inside.
and all I want is her to love me and get undress.
©darkmocha
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