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The diamond girl's been ringin' all night The world's strongest stone is cutting Through flesh straight to snow white Bone Severed by a telephone line wrapped Around my tissue wrist, disintegrating In the sin of September, jailed for slicing Alone Wires criss-cross over my blackened eyes Seven inches of glass can't seal out these Broken screams that stab under my nails Nightmares The pills that slide down my throat swell Inside my head, I've finally found insanity Peace is internal, the chaos has always been Out there So hold me tight, shadow projection Dig the hole with a needle, sedate me Silence the terror and break in these sheets Haunted Cut, cut out those memories sunken Into the depths of my subconscious Pretend I was never the child no one Wanted The sweet crimson dances along Every crevice full, every beige tile Ruined, splattered, crying red beauty Below The splits in my ends pull apart A half-hair strand dangles in the starlight I wonder if I will ever catch up to the Slow I beg my flushed skin to rot right off Pray my honey brown eyes grow mold Hope and wish and dream for Destruction I can no longer breathe stale air Or hide the scent of my own blood No longer will I live under another's Instruction In the land of the forgotten
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 1:44 PM UTC
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The diamond girl's been ringin' all night The world's strongest stone is cutting Through flesh straight to snow white Bone Severed by a telephone line wrapped Around my tissue wrist, disintegrating In the sin of September, jailed for slicing Alone Wires criss-cross over my blackened eyes Seven inches of glass can't seal out these Broken screams that stab under my nails Nightmares The pills that slide down my throat swell Inside my head, I've finally found insanity Peace is internal, the chaos has always been Out there So hold me tight, shadow projection Dig the hole with a needle, sedate me Silence the terror and break in these sheets Haunted Cut, cut out those memories sunken Into the depths of my subconscious Pretend I was never the child no one Wanted The sweet crimson dances along Every crevice full, every beige tile Ruined, splattered, crying red beauty Below The splits in my ends pull apart A half-hair strand dangles in the starlight I wonder if I will ever catch up to the Slow I beg my flushed skin to rot right off Pray my honey brown eyes grow mold Hope and wish and dream for Destruction I can no longer breathe stale air Or hide the scent of my own blood No longer will I live under another's Instruction In the land of the forgotten
© December 2010 Sarah Lynn
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 1:44 PM UTC
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