It has been forever and a day since I posted an outfit so here you go!
To all the haters in the world, yes I am still goth, deal with it!
She was dressed in black,
a raven of painted feathers and death tones.
Her body was laced in black and roses,
like a corpse,
dancing in the bone-yard
upon the sacred mounds of skull and tears.
She was kissed in black,
A midnight phantom on the wings of the moon,
Doom and Sadness in her eyes
Like feathers of the crow falling
from the sky
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