Goth Girls Never Smile

PVC doll, her hair tainted by Jezebel
Her legs amputated by twisted wrath
She is broken, pushed by force into hell
Sucked into the tornado of a draining bath

It is no wonder, then, that this flesh and bone woman
Is dying within, burned by her emotion
Goth girls never smile — this statement is true
Only a frown as life passes in slow motion

Goth girls never smile…

She first talks to the pavement before
Falling down, lying on a black silk glove
There she remains, where she feels secure
Telepathic communication with the cosmos above

Reaching out to distant space, her fingers comb the air
Spillage of vodka on her face, bodily substance in her hair
Hiding in daylight disguise behind piercings, tattoos
Contact lenses, mauve hair dye; behind a persona, dark subterfuge

Goth girls never smile…
Goth girls never smile…

Goth girls never smile, they become a product of taxidermy
False eyeballs and fluff insides — attacked by Mastercard, the plastic enemy
Goth girls never smile, they walk with small entrance
Yet lead a social army to victory and still disappear without evidence
Goth girls never smile; unpleasant world of distaste
Killing the gentle spirits — I shed a tear for such waste

Goth girls are magic; look closely and see
Should you blink, you’ll miss the secret beauty
Like the glow of cigar embers ebbing to silver ash