Porcelain GirlShe likes to spend hours, Painting her face, Fixing her hair, Dressing in lace;Porcelain Girl
That no one will see, As she's just a picture, A porcelain doll, A permanent fixture;
Those pretty little dresses, And that coy little smile, Under those innocent eyes, You're transfixed for a while;
As she moves with the music, You're entranced by her voice, She goes to powder her nose, With the powder of choice;
Through the ecstasy thrills, She sips her drink with a straw, Soft-lipped and sensuous, You're waiting for more;
DoubtBlack oily tar drips from the ceiling,Doubt
oozes down the walls and fills the cracks with it’s suspicions.
Now if these walls could talk they’d spit accusations,
and whisper lies to the dust bunnies under the bed.
The sweet stench of decay assaults sensitive nostrils,
confuses the senses and sends the mind spinning
on an uncoordinated tango with Delusion.
What madness is this that seeps from every pore
and spirals in the current of stale air sighing under the door?
But safety lies here under the fountain of glittering silver
issuing forth from a corner of the fl
A Beast in the Shape of a ManSwathed in midnight’s black, face pale like death’s own pallor A figure stalks the land causing all nearby to cower A path lit for him, by Lady Luna’s gaze Footfalls make no sound, he’s silent as the graveA Beast in the Shape of a Man
Who dares to breath in such a presence, Evil of a damned soul, a restless evanescence Like Jack the Ripper, or the Blood Countess A wicked spirit’s guise undressed
‘Twas many years of murder, of innocents in greed Caused such a one to be born, their spilt blood became the seed The egg was made from sacrifice, vile practices of sin,
A Mirror In A CasketWith a sad slow progression At your funeral procession You've graduated from life's lesson And fallen to your transgressions Your bedroom filled with your obsession All your vanity's possessions - The mirrors hung from every wallA Mirror In A Casket
You said you saw yourself hung there too The mirrors predicted this for you You obsessed before the reflection's pew
And these candles, they grow dark Like walks at midnight in the park Where your dreams all fell apart Fell and shattered your poor heart But you can't finish if you don't start You didn't see yourself in t
Mind Block
Crazy
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Life is an intricate dance with loud, vibrant music; and I have two left feet and a hangover
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I want to love you but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me
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I want to love you but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me
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...sorry
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You're only bored if you're boring
~Harvey Danger - 'Flagpole Sitta'
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