I was a pretty thing, once
Before you got your claws in me
Suffocating in weeds
I gave you all my blood
You were so desperate
And you drank me up like I was water
And you fed me, brushed my hair
Pushed your drowning lips against mine
And I drank in your love
To try to fill up every hole
You punctured in me
Before I was ****** dry
And full of thorns
That you graciously supplied from your weeds
My skin peeling from my bones
Before you cast me to the ground
For not being enough
I was a pretty thing, once
Done up all nice by my ancestors
Filled full of rules
The should’s, the shouldn’t’s
That every girl needs to be happy
But depression came in the aftermath
Of the vampire I loved
And the things you taught fell flat
Cardboard cutout of the thing you worship
Cardboard
Instructing me on how to respect real flesh and blood
And you found out, didn’t you?
Found out your perfect angel cut off her wings
To satisfy a craving in her bones
No longer above, I promise
Know perfectly well that I’m the opposite of perfection
There’s an answer outside the bunker
Dare to take a look for myself
I might as well be dead already
Is that right?
A poison, a contagion
The zombie infection spread
It’d be a mercy to cut me down now
Before I infect your children
I’m covered in spores
Quarantine me
For not being pure enough
I was a fragile thing once
After the blood congealed
As sickness on my skin
When fire and arrows rose up to call me home
I fled
No longer the good little girl
I pushed myself through the thicket of weeds
Surrounding my house
And though some days I longed
To just let them consume me
I pressed on
Until finding a shallow pool in the ground
Vagabond with tattered clothes and tangled hair
But your touch was only sweeter
Put a poultice on my wounds
Dried the tears I couldn’t stop forming
Sang songs to me to put me to sleep
You set a moist towel on my dry, cracked skin
And you still found me beautiful
Still found me enough
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
I was a pretty thing, once
Before you got your claws in me
Suffocating in weeds
I gave you all my blood
You were so desperate
And you drank me up like I was water
And you fed me, brushed my hair
Pushed your drowning lips against mine
And I drank in your love
To try to fill up every hole
You punctured in me
Before I was ****** dry
And full of thorns
That you graciously supplied from your weeds
My skin peeling from my bones
Before you cast me to the ground
For not being enough
I was a pretty thing, once
Done up all nice by my ancestors
Filled full of rules
The should’s, the shouldn’t’s
That every girl needs to be happy
But depression came in the aftermath
Of the vampire I loved
And the things you taught fell flat
Cardboard cutout of the thing you worship
Cardboard
Instructing me on how to respect real flesh and blood
And you found out, didn’t you?
Found out your perfect angel cut off her wings
To satisfy a craving in her bones
No longer above, I promise
Know perfectly well that I’m the opposite of perfection
There’s an answer outside the bunker
Dare to take a look for myself
I might as well be dead already
Is that right?
A poison, a contagion
The zombie infection spread
It’d be a mercy to cut me down now
Before I infect your children
I’m covered in spores
Quarantine me
For not being pure enough
I was a fragile thing once
After the blood congealed
As sickness on my skin
When fire and arrows rose up to call me home
I fled
No longer the good little girl
I pushed myself through the thicket of weeds
Surrounding my house
And though some days I longed
To just let them consume me
I pressed on
Until finding a shallow pool in the ground
Vagabond with tattered clothes and tangled hair
But your touch was only sweeter
Put a poultice on my wounds
Dried the tears I couldn’t stop forming
Sang songs to me to put me to sleep
You set a moist towel on my dry, cracked skin
And you still found me beautiful
Still found me enough