Hair as black as night
And as soft as wool
Lips like rose petals;
Pink and soft
Eyes that seem to penetrate the depths of the soul
Man or God I do not know,
But either way I could never have him
Too cool for school,
He's always gone
Off in his painted world
Of bright colors and sad undertones;
Of chance meetings with strange men in the night
In a world where the vodka bottle never runs dry
And the vicodin always gets you high
Where there's a whore on every corner
And a knife in every back
He is the master of this morbid and obscene world
And he rules it alone
To be the queen or slave at his side would be an honor
But I have yet to have the pleasure
So I wait,
Content to watch him as he works,
This beautiful but demented angel
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