Beach Goths melting into black puddles
The tide's coming in
It shimmers like a heavy metal
Crucifix
Paste wasted as it saturates in glitter
The sun's warm pallor on the purest white
Foundation
UV rays penetrate like
Guillotines, ghoulish things
From a bygone era
There's a hearse parked in the sand
The tide's coming in
For quite a maudlin little oil spill
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
Beach Goths melting into black puddles
The tide's coming in
It shimmers like a heavy metal
Crucifix
Paste wasted as it saturates in glitter
The sun's warm pallor on the purest white
Foundation
UV rays penetrate like
Guillotines, ghoulish things
From a bygone era
There's a hearse parked in the sand
The tide's coming in
For quite a maudlin little oil spill
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