you can see the cracks on the surface,
&& you have no idea how much my finger nails
want to dig into my god forsaken flesh
(peel.peel.peel)
I look in the mirror, But I swear [To who's God?]
that, that isnt me. IT JUST CANT BE
I drag my eyes to that milky bath of ugly truth
You ask why I'm bitter...
A soul, so processed, I forgot what made me synthetic
I mean real....
When I do wake up, When I do actually sleep
I hear a.. a... cackle, so clear
I could hack out my heart in search for it
but then it sinks in
[[I am hearing myself]]
psychotic never looked so...
fake?
padded walls whisper exactly what I've always known
always known
Fear, is breathing in my lungs
& you know I love lying here in silence...
I can taste sick little girls dancing in my eyes
they want me to be just like....
just like.....
Author notes
x.one last fix.x
A contest entry
- && all i want is... your best on the spot dirty pretty by over the rainbow--x.
525 points, ended May 10, 2007, 19 entries
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this is very interesting
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'When I do wake up, When I do actually sleep
I hear a.. a... cackle, so clear
I could hack out my heart in search for it
but then it sinks in
[[I am hearing myself]]
psychotic never looked so...
fake?
padded walls whisper exactly what I've always known
always known
Fear, is breathing in my lungs
& you know I love lying here in silence...'
love those lines =] however you have missed a phrase from your authors notes, could you please re-read the rules and send me a note telling me if you've done so, so that i can recomment =] great poem, good luck in my contest =] -
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Doll, im sorry about forgetting that phrase, I was all gung ho into writing it that I completely forgot!
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wow.
this is great babes.
i really like this one uber muchly.
you can see the cracks on the surface,
&& you have no idea how much my finger nails
want to dig into my god forsaken flesh
(peel.peel.peel)
I look in the mirror, But I swear [To who's God?]
that, that isnt me. IT JUST CANT BE
I drag my eyes to that milky bath of ugly truth
You ask why I'm bitter...
A soul, so processed, I forgot what made me synthetic
I mean real....
i know its basically half the poem, but this part is full of great imagery. beautiful write hunnypie, your gorgous. -
padded walls whisper exactly what I've always known
always known
Fear, is breathing in my lungs
& you know I love lying here in silence...
I can taste sick little girls dancing in my eyes
they want me to be just like....
just like.....
aw sweetie i love this
i love every single one
of your poems =]
♥
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