Drama, mama, attention seeker.
Look at me, look at me.
Skeletons tucked in dark closets,
but don't see, don't see,
lips pursed in pious indignation
spitting out bile, tipped with sharp poisoned barbs,
fear ridden, terror stricken.
Will they know? Will they see?
Deep dark recesses, cancerous pores,
point the fingers, point the fingers.
There look! But not at me, not at me.
Golden child chased through the night,
words nipping and tearing, with sharp edged teeth,
struggling, falling, brought to knees.
See her, feel her, hear her pleas.
Bright eyes piercing, staring in righteous wrath,
as drama, mama, attention seeker.
Eye slitted and sly with joyous glee,
fingers pointed, shrieks “look at the golden one.
Watch her fall, watch her burn,
but don't see me, don't see me.”
Tuck skeletons back into her closet,
small child crying helplessly.
Drama, mama, attention seeker.
Grasping fingers pointed, reaching out,
whispers in the dark, come to me,
come to me, come to me...
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Pious indignation!
This is amazingly profound expression, and it made my day!
God, but I hate people like this. They are sooo irresponsible in not dealing with their early troubles, and then turning all that crap back on the world. I thought of Jimi Hendrix's line, "Point on Mr. Businessman, you can't dress like me.", while reading this. It's funny , even ironic, how you've put this on this Vampire's group and it's not directly about vampires, but, actually, these drama mama types prove to be the psychological vampires of our world. To know one is to be drained of life and vitality.
Excellent art!
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Thank you!!!!
I like to refer to these people as "Emotional Vampires".......
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