Here we are,
Just what we wanted, right?
Don’t mind the pools of tar,
Or the loss of light.

We can dance here,
Soft music plays,
Blood in every tear,
Forever it dries and stays.

Pale skin against black,
Blue eyes fade,
Ruffled wings upon our backs,
Here we have it made.

You bragged about this before,
This twisted place,
No need for a tour,
In this murder base.

Satin against our skins,
Smiles spread across faces,
For jewelry they wear pins,
And for hair have laces.

Cringe, don’t smile, it’s a compliment.

 
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