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[title] => No more pretty pink innocence
[time] => 2004-05-10 02:30:20
[hometext] => Poetry is what the heart defines as real
[bodytext] => Ive been put through many razor blade romances And ive sat in my butterfly chair My crimson blood slowly splattered On the black marble floor My eyes are black and crying My arms are sore and red I wish I could stop this razorblade smile So I could live on The shiny metal is reflecting its light Telling me its ready to be used But my arms and legs arnt I wish I had a choice to ask for help But my dolly dosnt answer me when I call her People call me freak and I need some love But all I have is my razor blade tears That’s all I need or is it? My butterfly chair has tipped and im screaming for help The black splattered tile is reflecting my face Black tears fall from my eyes as my mascara drowns The hangman’s dreams have come to life and im hiding Everything is going dark theres no where left to run Im hiding my body from the evil one Butterfly kisses and suicide Leaving me so empty The beast has turned pale almost like snow Its eyes glimmer bright red and its nose flares flame No one knows what its like to feel other peoples pain No one else knows what I can see in other peoples eyes The pain so unbearable I can hardly think Suffocated lies and terrifying secrets Everything so wrong Its time to cry [comments] => 3 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Gothik_Twitch [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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