Thou Self Shall Become Darkened
Red and black, Blue and black, Pink and black, or more.
Yes are you ready for what’s in store.
I love my black. I’m no regular girl,
More like a blackened pearl.
My punk rock ways are most gothic.
Though people love me, they call out my beauty.
I do not, must not, can not, fully believe them.
Red and brown hair. With fake blue streaks,
Jeans and anything along with black, painted nails and toes.
I love my black. I’m no regular girl,
A bunch of beautiful crazy curls, springing out most when wet.
I have a cross but just because it has a different gothic beauty.
I try not to label myself, yet thou wilst always label one another,
Against thy will.
I love my black. I’m no regular girl.
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