Arms wide open
Leaning in, a frail branch in the powerful magnetism
I will be the one to break you, make you fall
First casualty of the season
I am a vampire
A stunning new breed
Draining hearts
Haunting minds
Always living in my own shadow
Lost in thought, misplaced mind
Words elegantly slip from the very lips you long to kiss
and they burn you away like acid
Dare I notice my affect
Too busy wallowing in my own regret
They all want to take me home
Save me, make me better
But I'm no vitcim, no stray kitten
No such thing as a happy home
Narcissism at its lovliest
I am nothing worth loving
No creature worth saving
I will let you down
Spreading the disease of pain
Author notes
I think this is how many bitter people who think they are a victim and are pissed off at me, see me. So there..I'm playing the villian baby just like you want. I revised this many times and think its going to stay this way. Partly inspired by people telling me off and accusing me of hurting them and using them which is bullshit. And partly inspired by the woman who found a dying snake in the rain. She felt sorry for it, took it home and fed it, warmed it, made the snake better. Then the snake bit the woman. As the venom coursed through her veins she asked 'Why?" And the snake simply said-"I am a snake. You knew that when you brought me home. And yet you still trusted me." Makes sense to me
Please tell me what you think
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As always you are a great poet. This was marvelous. I have been so lost and unhappy latley and this actually made me feel better. Good poetry always does that to me.
Despair
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I am amazed at how you and I, being of different gender and from different generations, seem to have experienced so many of the same emotions. I hope you will keep writing...Max
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Well written doll...
As always...
You know how often I feel this way...
Without ever realizing it, you are the one to always understand.
Funny thing is, I think you used to say I was secretive...
However, you are the one, who truly knows me through and through.
"Words elegantly slip from the very lips you long to kiss
and they burn you away like acid
Dare I notice my affect
Too busy wallowing in my own regret
They all want to take me home
Save me, make me better
But I'm no vitcim, no stray kitten
No such thing as a happy home
Narcissism at its lovliest
I am nothing worth loving
No creature worth saving
I will let you down
Spreading the disease of pain"
You always write so beautifully.
X
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Pretty damn good piece of poetic truth you did say Haunted Doll, yes indeed it is true that there are many who would bring home a wounded vulture and wonder why it would rip thier eyes out at the first chance it got.
Excellent, keep penning your revolution.
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thank you. as aolways your words are appreciated and encourage me to keep on penning.
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