Long hair and painted lips
this gothic extreme wants a kiss
she laughs a laugh that bites
the abrasive love that I live
She knows not where she's going to

she leaves with a whisper
I shall see you again
this mermaid on solid land
the nails that cut against skin
reaches out and gives her hand

drowns in clean air
she smokes to feel the burn
against her lips that pull you in
the ones that always leave
a dirty taste that reeks of sin