This just doesn't make sense...
Drain my mind,
here, bleed my tears
my songs of acid,
my wails of gall.
Your eyes are bright
I believe their lies
you push me down
and awkward sounds
confirms that I am dead.
Obsessive compulsive,
shut the door thirteen times;
you'll never come inside.
I eat my nail polish
for no real reason.
Dress me up like a doll.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-11-25 at 23:21
Tags Madness
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Condition of Disrepair
Drain my mind,
here, bleed my tears
my songs of acid,
my wails of gall.
Your eyes are bright
I believe their lies
you push me down
and awkward sounds
confirms that I am dead.
Obsessive compulsive,
shut the door thirteen times;
you'll never come inside.
I eat my nail polish
for no real reason.
Dress me up like a doll.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
Read 789 times
Written on 2005-11-25 at 23:21
Tags Madness
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