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No doctor can cure the incurable,
No psychiatrist can heal scars. -
All the angels ignore my howling plead,
Sending death's kiss in a pink rose bouquet. -
These red tattoos, these bruises
They’re apart of me, not yours to judge. -
The acid fills your mouth,
Spilling through your teeth. -
Her heart burns away,
Like the cigarette between her lips. -
You're running from someone,[Running from yourself];
To escape the land of the living,[Escape from yourself]. -
The glitters turned dirty, You're hearts not pure.
The wings are broken, And there is no cure. -
The beauty, the destruction, the beginning of the end,
Another life is wasted in the game of pretend.by DisposablePaperDoll 41 lines, 3 comments, on Jan 7 11:49 PM 2006. In Society -
The battle starts, the war has begun.
Take your sides, let the damage be done.by DisposablePaperDoll 17 lines, on Jan 7 4:47 AM 2006. In Dark -
The last tears have fallen to a lost heart beat,
She is but a memory that is incomplete. -
Lost between the fingertips of broken reality,
Searching for the souls of modern mortality. -
Living in dead bodies has become a mortal hobby,
Through the eyes of the beholder. -
Black dresses flood the cemetery
And all has fallen down -
The chemical cover to disaster,
This movie in black, white and red. -
In the mirror, the image is tainted.
The delicate features of a broken doll;by DisposablePaperDoll 38 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 17 11:58 PM 2005. In Dark -
The hands keeping moving through the faces,
as each clock counts the time it erases. -
Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day. -
Don’t shed those tears,
I’m a soul that you’ll devour. -
Breathless in a world full of air
Let her go, if you really care -
You speak in tongue of the devils mouth,
Trifling with pleasured eye.by DisposablePaperDoll 19 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 16 8:15 AM 2005. In Dark -
Tears weep from those solemn eyes,
A lost hope lays dormant in desolate cries, -
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Blackened spirits plague a hearts desire,
Burning to truth in raging fire. -
Dancing with the demons inside my head,
Playing the tunes of bones instead, -
Howl of misery forgotten
The red, crimson cry -
There lies a catch
Of tainted gain -
Breathless screams fill these rooms,
Their lives buried in those tombs.by DisposablePaperDoll 22 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 10 7:25 AM 2005. In Other -
Water up to my neck, drowning so deep
Flowing through the cracks in the nightmare sleep
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