| Poetry: Lust: Jaded (1/2) |
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Hate I hate my skin With breasts so very sore I hate my skin and what's more I hate a life that is not free I hate her so Cause she's not me How these hands long To draw her in To hold her down And rip the skin Oh, you You dark little girl Wicked, wicked thing I'll drag you down Into the rich warm grave To lie with me I'll rip you hair And make you bare So barren like the grave When you cry out for God to save He will not hear You are mine, my dear You may wear jewelry fine But those scars will show You are always mine You may brush your pretty teeth But I gave you the fangs beneath Your blood and hair I keep in a box Along with an old tattered picture And if I want If I dare I'll perform a little voodoo You always return to me My battered angel I broke your wings I burned your heart I tore your legs apart You cannot escape Remember the blood red moon in the rain? You called it rape You're such a pain But I know I know you loved it You scream in sleep Pourquoi? Pourquoi pas ? Tu avait une certaine beauté primitive. C'est un endroit qu'il vaut mieux éviter. Le jeu blanc, bien que qu'on ne les voit pas. Il a élle blessé et a dû quitter le match. Louve tu me tues! Ah, now you see? My yellow eyes Mirror soul stands haunting Hopeless mistake You shall always be the death of me Such blood burns to bind You were born to erase life Turn to dust all you find Cursed and blessed on the same breath My immortal Wander the lonely earth Jealous forever of my mortality My humanity You seek to spoil my hopes and dreams Destroy as I create Marr all that is beautiful in this world Ephemeral like in span You speak to me in sleep Til I wake up screaming Often bleeding Try, just try to escape your fate Settle down and find a mate You know I'll always tell you how it ends With my dark gift, you'll see the end Does it hurt to see? The truth my dear? Do you ever wonder why you can not resist to walk at night Clad in pale moonlight unafraid? Do you ever wonder why you speak in foreign tongues When you loose consciousness? You must know by now The futility of your plans I won't allow it Not for long Don't deny me child You were born to become death |
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