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McKenna M Jun 2012
Fingerless gloves and peach coloured roses.
Tell me you love me before my eye closes.
I'll always love you, no matter the cost,
Of beauty and love, we'll never be lost,
McKenna M Jun 2012
Just because I'm in your head,
believe me love, I am not dead,
I'm waiting for my chance to strike,
I'll hit you with my madness spike.

You'll want to claw out your eyes,
Your own hands are your demise.
You'll rip out your liver and tear out your lungs.
Now my fun has just begun.

You'll run red lines down your wrists,
Still think you don't need a therapist?
Pull out your hair, bite your nails.
Run your mind through all your fails.

No one else will understand,
You are the village madman,
Your confusion is the best part.
My love, you are my work of art.
McKenna M Jun 2012
Once upon a time,
In a land far away,
A day for a dime,
Is now a dollar a day.

They thought they increased,
The worth of the dollar,
Instead the released,
Every other scholar.

Without all the knowledge,
A nation will die,
Jump off of a bridge,
Water full of their lies.

It's the circle of life,
I hope you will see,
Fall under the knife,
A knife of deceit,

As it is the end,
The final roll-call,
Goodbye, to my friends.
I won't miss you at all...
McKenna M Jun 2012
When the sky is high,
and the birds are low.
I hope you find,
a place to go.

But it's not with me,
and it's not with him.
You let yourself out.
We won't let you back in.

You said goodbye,
Now walk away,
You just can't leave,
twice in one day!

You promised us,
we'd be together,
this sounds childish,
I thought we were forever.

But it's okay,
I don't want you back.
You're nothing but trouble,
repeated stabs in the back.
McKenna M Jun 2012
1 year, 3 months, 10 days until the end.
What keeps you glued together strong my friend?
Who keeps you company in the night?
When all you feel is the wind's bite.

Who keeps you going when it gets rough?
Who helps you up when it gets tough?
Is there someone you depend on?
Has everyone not willing, gone?

Why is it that you do not cry?
Have you never had a loved one die?
It's the toughest thing imaginable.
Well, I think you're incredible.

You're so modest, you're so nice.
Even if you beat me up once or twice.
466 days until the end.
Will you keep me strong, my friend?
McKenna M Jun 2012
(Life is the Ecstasy of Death)
Faster, faster! I need my fix.
She's in the locker, number 1046.
I know the combination off by heart.
It's not covered in graffiti, that's my art.

Spin the lock, as fast as you can.
Try to catch the gingerbread man.
Fumble, fumble, and try again.
Trip as quick as a slip of the pen.

I finally got to her,
took long enough, as it were.
Don't try to sell that she's killing me,
I'm choosing 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea.

Apparently I'm resolving a lack of affection.
I just want my euphoria injection.
Tu m'as dit de cesser avant ma mort.            (You told me to stop before I die.)
I do what I want because life's too short.

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