Black Hearted Whore of Breast-Angst

There is a whore,
She has a black heart,
She comes from Breast-Angst,
And she has a black heart.

The forests are grim,
And brooding in darkness,
They are super grumpy,
And generally unpleasant.

Big spiders bite you,
And they do poison damage,
Because, my friends of old,
This forest is grim.

There are magic horses,
And blood and such,
And the moon bites faces,
And then they cry a little.

So, ancient wise ones,
Don't be so gay,
Just be coooool,
And never ever pray.

Because I'm too gothic,
For all this christ
And such.
Plus I stab!

So anyway, this whore chick,
Well she wears leather,
And there's a whip involved
When she slays vampires.

I mean skeletons!
She is half-vampire,
So she doesnt kill them.
But she DOES kill skeletons!

Did I mention she's a lesbian?
Yup, a real rug-muncher.
She even does that nasty thing,
With the orange juice and the cat.

So she has breasts.
And grim anger.
And lesbian-ness.
...she drives a black car.