Don't be scary
She had black lipstick stains on her cigarettes.
A broken doll with eyes like the abyss.
Two barcodes hanging on to both wrists.
She said wait right here your really going to love this.
She bit my neck, blood draining from her lips.
A pair of fish net tights stuffed into both slits.
Then she went down, and I went down.
She looked me in the eyes and said surprise.
I'm doubtful if you make it past the sunrise.
then she took my hand and lead to the dark slide.
Now I can't remember the sunrise.
she went down and I went down to hell.
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