In the basement
Between punks and goths
She dances in the dark
Green mohawk
Leather Skirt
I see sex, sweat and seduction

Too much smoke
Distorted guitars
Suffocate her horror scream
well aimed stabbing
Rip her belly
Her blood drips on the ground
I look choked into the crowd
And she can't fell her heart
The solitude is over
The death comes
And the dark angel touch her hands!

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