Posted by Atticus on July 20, 2005, at 14:09:54
Slink through a doorway
Into the dark noise,
Punkers sweat black ink,
Eyes flash ebon joys,
Girls pierced like martyrs,
Spiked hair crowns the boys,
Bobbing sea of spines,
Crystal meth wind-up toys,
The band bleeds sound,
Goth goddess deploys
Ripped fish-net stockings
And vampiric poise,
We glide to the mosh
Slam-dancing envoys
From the city’s underside,
The part this pack enjoys.
poster:Atticus
thread:530614
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