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Skin and Thorn

Skinny girl

With skinny veins

Hungry flesh

And starving blood

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Feed herself

Cold air and warm metal

Prickly as a thorn

Delicate as a lily petal

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Skinny girl

With skinny veins

Ignore the need

Crave for the pain

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Dried-out heart

“She’s sick in the head”

At least she looks pretty

Lying in her velvet bed.

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No thanks, I’m not hungry.

There’s no one left lying on the second story floorboards
And I’m sure they heard next door, but the bottles are hollow now
And there’s room at the bottom and I would
Take it all back if I could, but I won’t!

~*~

There are rumours at the bottom of my bottle

And the windows are filled with hazy complaints

I’ve got a dollar and a nosebleed left in my pocket

Take a rocketship to the right and a bullet to left

Surrogate phantoms take their place in my head

Because the original ghosts left a long, long time ago

I don’t want to find it, so I lock it all up in my chest

My hands tied to the anchor, but they don’t need to know

There are starving liars at the bottom of the ocean

And the metal submarine has a growing hole on the floor

I’ve got a stick of gum and a bruise left in my pocket

Take the low blows when I go and the gunshot wounds to go.

~*~

Sit back, get my palette wet
Getting mentally prepared
For the consequences
And you know why
Because the neighbors
Have complained damn near every night…

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Are You Happy Now?

You prowl and meet her “by accident”

On a very busy street

You tripped, gave her bags a dent

And ask for forgiveness from a treat

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You force a thin smile

And laugh along

You two walk for a mile

And sing her songs

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Your razor-sharp words

You try to hide

Dive into her own little world

And rip her apart inside

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Painful, disgraceful

Shameful little prat

You took her for a fool

You took her a brat

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You lie through your teeth

And bite your tongue

Performed endless feats

Of songs unsung

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Fanned the blazing fires

Added fuel to the flames

Fed her great desire

Without any shame

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You showed your true colors at last

And feasted like a hungry sinner

You broke her and broke your fast

And emerged the victorious winner

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Now she cries and you look down

Monster, are you proud of your work?

You walk away, she screams and frowns

Disgusted, pathetic, so much hurt

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Foul creature, do you feel great?

Happy? Satisfied? What do you feel?

Of course you feel nothing, and she feels self-hate

Because to you, she was just another meal.

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