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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Me poem
I have nothing else to do but post my poem, so here goes:
You sit with your beloved fur mantle purring at your neck,
Digging its claws in and the blood trickles down,
Like the slow, black tears that will stain your soul forever.
Have you washed the blood off your hands yet?
The makeup that once made you beautiful in perfection runs down your face,
A ruined mess.
Gaunt eyes and a sadistic smirk; you.
In the dark hallways where you lurk, you hide your twisted secrets.
For all your finery, you have not beauty
You are forsaken
And the twisted, perverted train of your thoughts
Are bent on what you desire;
you.
Skull and garters and blood
Are all your image
As the darkness seeps through your bones
A sickening disease
A carousel turns
Bloodstained steeds
The hour strikes
And the hands pierce your heart.
Champagne supernova
And the sweet touch of secrecy
In the dark place of your intimacy
Killers for lovers and valentine.
Painted all that was divine.
With a bullet to the brain
And the wilted lily flower
The sun has set
On the sadistic carnival of your mind;
I hope you're happy now.
It's dark, ne? I love this piece, I really do. It has this attraction that just....wow. Tell you what else the poem says. The poem says shut up now Laura. So I'll do that. Post later.
Pip pip.
-Dory
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