The moon in the sky, this nest by the river, oh sweet unicorn, lovely lily in the valley, succulent goth pussy, are you hungry, yearning for the night, heavy eyeshadow, is there a black dildo in sight, would it satisfy your yearning soul, would it fill you up inside, your cry to your father, would it touch all your secret places, the feeling, hmm, would it hit just right, some meth or heroin, something to make you feel alive, you’re so young, do you care to live a long life, like a shooting star, burning oh so bright, put it in, plant a seed, and hope to die, such a disgusting deed, buried in the dirt, and reaching for the sun, maybe the world could always use more innocence, alright, three shots and a gravestone, well wishes, and a dead poet...Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.