With our colored rainbows and shiny unicrons
We're shalow plastic dolls, nothing but morons.
The hippy pinks and gothy nailpaints,
Can't be redeemed, not even by saints.
We live off Mascaras, survive on caffeine.
Keep our head high, pretend we have self esteem.
No one is acquainted with our backstories,
Behind our façades, we're just a screwed species.
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Beautiful Shadows
PoetryThere is a certain elegance in the Darkness; There is a certain beauty in the Shadows. The whole world is painted in shades of grey, There is nothing Black & White. Sometimes the most evil & sinful things, are the most appealing; Eve would never...
