suicidal tendencies
graced an angels face with disgrace
dirt streaked cheeks as
t
e
a
r
s
f
a
l
l
they hit that page
rip it out seal it with kisses
lips laced with sin
the sweet kind that makes you dirty
(dirty pretty that is)
silently cry as you calculate the days
desperate times call for
serve consequences
you wait to be worth an ounce of time
exhaustion sets in
your tired of waiting!
play back the lullabies;
the ones that were absent during your life time.
drift back to consciousness baby
get out of that daze
get help Miss Hopeless
don't you just wait for an end!
don't you reach for that knife
you know that's not right
pick up that glass
let it meet your skin
decorate it till it's pretty
( as by pretty, pretty full of sin)
ultimate defeat, meet your sweet dismay!
on that Derry
Friday night
behind neon yellow lines
a corpse lay.
Author notes
ii. I'm so tired of being sick and so sick of being tired
iii. There was a kind of beauty in her destruction.
http://broken-ep.deviantart.com/art/you-KILL-me-70699608
kisses play
exhaustion
end
pretty
neon Baby
friday knife
tired
calculate worth
wait angels
cry suicidal times
hopeless
fall tears
glass grace
fallenfromgrace1102
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Wonderful write, thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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