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Urban legend girl
My eyes hidden by black smudges
my mask intact
the chains and tattoos
hide the tainted princess
inside my wonderland
like a crackwhore alice
on too many shrooms
the skelton queen, a plastic regime

I'm dancing on candles
my hair is falling out
my fingernails are scratching reality
that feeling won't leave, like guns under my ribcage
I'm holding my breath, underwater
where I hide in caves
where I cover my face with a veil
too scared to flicker
hoping to fade
wishing I could stop falling
and start flying
the ribbons choke my throat
I'm the pretty
bruised girl
with the rainbow painted face
with the metal attained fame
with the belt around my forearm
and the needles in my heart
I am
nobody
a shadow in the graveyard
with my skin pressed into knives
they rape my wrists
he holds me bondage
or maybe it is a she
this I do not know
it lacks a face
but it haunts me
when I close my eyes
reminding me that I am
Nothing

Celulited bodies hung glittering
from hooks that seemed
so glamerous in the beggining
I gave my soul
for the american dream
and now I am dropping
and I wish
I had never jumped

Swalloed by the
psychotic voices that exist
only in my mind
substances I should never have applied
you told me you'd like me forever
and it was all lies
You scream at me like an infant
accusing me of being
such a worthless waste of time
a failed creation
And the tears I cry
are blackened
my body cannot fight
I surrender

I lay in a coffin
playing dead
hearing school bells that chime
insidiously
hugging my clown dolls
and I don't breathe
but somehow I'm still alive
the stitches twisting into a smile
my eyes are dead
fixated on broken snow globes
and it was all lies
I am a lie
giving you something to belive in
but I am not real
just the urban legend girl.

------
Briggita M.


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by Glass hair of a virgin bride

i like
it is depressing but don't we all need a depressed feeling in our lives? I think it is the only thing keeping us sane.

( Posted by: forsakengurl [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )





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