Grime

You grime up good, in your lair Pretty eyes paired with a fake smile Wild and curly Medusa’s hair Do not forget the nail file

You grime up good, in the night Black leather boots to stomp on White shirt to catch the light Knuckles bleeding to the bone

You grime up good, with your guitar Singing sad songs in the moonlight Lamenting over a long-gone lover As you rue the day you lost your sight

You grime up good, with blue eyes Raging with anger at the world You think are so damn special, what lies You are the epitome of a shattered god.