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MissMalice Feb 2015
Quite admirable , awe-inspiring , a divine piece of manufacture
It’s capriciousness is an equivalent of swooning of rapture

This carpet conveys itself as flawless , the fragrance is pleasant

The glossy finish generates a yearning to have it present

The blissful texture is mesmerizing , subject to perfect knitting

Not to mention it’s size is perfectly fitting

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Though the alternative side seems worn and tattered

And the fabric surrounding is scattered

There are pockets and splits

There are strewed fiber bits

Along the edges are multicolored spots

And the yarn had formed knots

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At that point the onlooker would become flustered helplessly

Were they to take it into their tenancy ?

Sure it was depleted

And maybe it was slightly untreated

Though it was equally handsome

Despite it’s opposing filthy expansion


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Then the beholder would ponder a tad

And realize the flaws weren't so bad

They were to be contemplated abnormally

Though as well stood out morbidly

The allotment seemed now suitable

And each side was mutable
Designed to stand metaphoric for point of view among society
MissMalice Jan 2015
They keep themselves alive
Just to die more everyday
In a world that will not listen

Able to be pulverized by mere phrases against them
Able to be fragmentized by even that of themselves
Their lips , their skin , they taste of sin

And their eyes become the looking glass
In which only reflecting that of the ****** past
Conceived in poignant everlasting despair

And when their dreams have come to end . .
With what do they fill their emptiness ?
With what to they but their happiness ?

To fragile to exist
Disciples of this game
Choking on depravity.

No love , No loss
A particular set of songs inspired me to create this .
Designed to stand metaphoric for those with depression .
Something along those lines anyways .
MissMalice Jan 2015
Like maggots to the host
Like rats to the under
He is foul

He wants to hurt you , Though doesn't deserve to
And the further you get is the closer you feel
His head is a mess , it's going to explode

His eyes are blind
His hands are tied
Driven by the will to eradicate , annihilate

He is the cause of man's dissolving evolution
He buys his " happiness "
With the deceased , it's all he has left

He says that it's the last time over and over again
Though the addiction to continue is salient
Twenty-four-carat will to ****
" He " - Designed to stand for insanity
MissMalice Jan 2015
Have you seen her ?
Her skin is like winter
Her hair as strands of gold
Her eyes a cerulean shade
Though she has unsteady hands

Yes ! She is in Wonderland
The ground is of sweetly confection
The clouds are of candy floss
The waters , of buttermilk
Though each grain of sugar is a little white lie

Oh how gracious , sounding oh so pleasant
And her name is Alice , soft like the finest taffeta
Do you happen to know where Wonderland is ?
Haste , Haste !

Oh yes I do , I have been there many times !
You must be willing to devote yourself completely !
For wonderland is of other-wordly proportions
But if you must know , She is in a the pretty box . Motionless in white
Intended to stand metaphoric for death
MissMalice Jan 2015
There was never a happily ever after
For it was woe in costume
There was no heroine
There was but he took a hike
There was no magic
For it was onyx

Thus London Bridge is falling down again , crushing many in it's way
Mary has lost her little lamb , Eaten by wolves looking for it
Cinder-ella had developed black lung , she's in the dust
The cow shattered his ribs coming down from the moon , he's crippled
And Mother Goose perished due to old age
Designed to ruin the childhoods of many
Good riddance to you , Nursery Rhymes & Fairy Tales .
MissMalice Jan 2015
To do to one is to do to another
Therefore ,
To comfort one is to comfort another
To care of to one is to care to another
Therefore ,
To put one down is to put down another
To abandon one is to abandon another

'Tis how the world works
A Flawed masterpiece
A tender executioner
Like the finest love on concrete  
Soft as children's laughter , though as savage as a man-eater


What is the truth
What is the truth she seeks ?
But she wished for equilibrium , a scale in balance
And she has received  disequilibrium , a scale unbalanced
Relatable to " Yin & Yang "
And Today's Unbalances

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