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[stillbourne]

how do i manage to station myself in harms way
i have no means to pay - and no strength to argue
now all the voices are screaming this just isnt fair
if i could shut them out just for an hour i swear
i could stop this catastrophe

thirty day guarantee
but that can’t include me
thirty drops in a glass - keep my temper and pass
with my breath held you bastards i’ll get you! but then -
its not really so bad, there’s still mom there’s still
damage to do before they wrest the axe from my heads

its no mystery - you should obviously know
that i’ll destroy everything
so dont keep telling me that youre dying to know
but you're not really listening....




an arm is off
an eye is missing
a face is cracked
a mouth is rusting
a dress is ripped
a hand is stuck
this mechanism
seems to be broken

but pull the string
still it can talk

"my name is jennifer,
and i love you very much"

when i woke up
my arm was off
my eye was missing
my face was cracked
my mouth was rusting
my dress was ripped
a hand was stuck
this mechanism
seems to be broken

but pull the string
still i can talk

"my name is jennifer,
and i love you very much....."

Comments

[staxxy.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

your expression is pretty goddamn clear with this poem, well done!!!

Just so you know, I am paying attention. I don't always comment or have time to comment before the computer goes tits up, but I am paying attention.