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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
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
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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
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
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