dancing to a silent beat
I look half crazed
demented
running through an invisible maze
if I had bitch written boldly on my forehead
would you still be so damn amazed
but wait before you get scared and runaway
look again
do I really look like your mother fucking slave
tilt back your head and swallow
glassy eyed and dazed
cause your heart is too cold
to handle this intense heat wave
Author notes
Written July 23rd, 2006
A contest entry
- hit me with your best shot by a gothic romance.
474 points, ended July 31, 2006, 46 entries
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