There are holes burnt in me,
like a cigarette was pressed against
some flimsy fabric. That fabric is me.
Oh bleeding heart! You see,
I am only a representation of your voodoo rituals.
See? Here are the pins, and here is my heart,
I will be the ass if you promise it won’t hurt.
One look into your eyes and
I am Alice, tipping the glass
to grow or to shrink at will. All the while
The world hangs in the balance
like a penduluum.
The steady thump, thump, thump is
My heart wrapped in cotton.
Observe my vulture eye as it
jerks back forth, and, "Behold, I am alive!"
Like Lazarus, the grave has spat me up.
I am rejected again.
Aren't you so proud of me, love?
Your voodoo has worked, I guess.
I am proven the ass. Oh bleeding heart,
Oh my bleeding heart!
But why must I hurt so again?
Author notes
I think I've already posted this once but I can't remember...sad I know... and anyways I've made a few wee changes...and by wee I mean weeeeeeee...
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