"I must scream",
She said as she blissfully
wreaked havoc.
Her muse broken and bruised
smelling of alcohol and cigarettes
as the blues tore through her body.
melancholy and music notes whispered
through her lips.
She twirled the smoke that
gently puffed out the very thing
that was killing her.
She wasn't worth saving,
- a used up junkie.
With track marks crawling,
slithering up her arm
like a venemous snake.
She breathed and worshipped
death.
Tipping back tequila
and laying in the sunrise
she contemplated all of her
wrong doings.
Silently as the moon passed over,
the world could hear her breathe.
Please tell me what you think
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very good captivating use of words and emotions.
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"Her muse broken and bruised
smelling of alcohol and cigarettes
as the blues tore through her body.
melancholy and music notes whispered
through her lips."
Weirdly, this reminds me of Amy Winehouse...a powerhouse performer, with a voice of a angry black woman
...but the depression of an old herion junkie.
I guees I've been listening to, "Back to Black" too much.
This was fantastic lovely...dark and twisted
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