they laughed when she wore leather
but they cried when she stole their men
she had tatooes of ravens
she loved her room dark but her men darker
who knew i had the sexiest,finest one
they mocked her
spit at her
but i knew the truth she never spits
she drew blood
oh how she loved the dark
and she owned my dark heart
she wore spikes and boots
and i bowed my dark goddess
my goddess my inspiration
my personal dark winged angel
oh how she loved the dark
she loved it so
i drew lots of blood
she drew from me
craving my attention
looking in my eyes like a razor blade
looking in hers like being consumed by fire
we both loved the dark
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