x Nobody’s Girl x

Black leather bracelets

And a silver hoop at your navel

There you sit

Society’s greatest embarrassment

Clothed in your black tie and miniskirt

Your black moods apparent,

Spitting out black words

Of careless abandonment.

Your God is dead.

The tattoo on your breast,

“fuck me and die”

Hey, you don’t give a damn about society,

Or the nails,

In your choker and in your heart

Steel is cold

Cold is good;

Cold makes you numb to the world

Cuz you got no one to care about you, girl

All alone in the big city

Hey, who’s not a whore?

In this place,

Well,

You.

You are yourself

Black identity

And you won’t give it up for anything,

Not even your soul

Gone black with hate

Why can’t you love again?

Because you’re eaten up, that’s why,

All gone inside

Burned out by black and white picture people

Hey, it’s alright

You walk the streets in your bare feet

You know what?

Fuck the world

Who needs to eat?

In this place,

Well,

Not you.

You’re too good for that

Death is quieter

Than the wind that shrieks at night

And throws all the anger it’s gathered

And the trash, too,

All in your direction.

Well,

Fuck that.

You’re queen of your world

And your world is black in your mind

Chess pieces of marble and stone

Faceless

Fearless

Chess pieces don’t eat;

They do well enough

Hey, you’ll make it.

That black alley you call home,

Ha, see what society thinks of that

Society doesn’t know a damn thing about you

So fuck them too

You got your priorities

Hey, who needs GameCube?

Well,

Not you.

You don’t need some virtual reality

You already live in it

The real thing.

Sucks, doesn’t it?

But that’s life

And what do you care?

Fishnets are all the rage anyway;

You gotta fish to live

But not for you

You, you’re a shark

Any fish you catch, you’re gonna eat for dinner

So they’d better learn to keep their pants on.

Yeah, life sucks

Already established that

And you know it better than anyone else

Strutting down the streets with aimless purpose

You’re the only one who never gets caught in grates and drains

No, they can’t suck you down,

You won’t let them.

Besides, you aced swimming lessons before you were born

You know how to hold your breath

You’d suffocate before you’d drown,

And anyway,

You love the construction workers’ orange vests.

Yeah, orange is good,

Black, too,

An eternal Halloween,

That’s you

And you don’t care if your disguise is so good

That you lose your soul to it.

You got better things to think about.

Spending your days lying on scratched stone benches

In city “parks” made of a tree and a flowerbed

No grass, by the way,

But who really cares?

Well,

Not you

You’ve got all the beauty you need in your head

Even if you can’t find it.

Oh well,

It’s not like you’ve ever looked for it, have you?

No, you’d rather

Get a vice grip on a bouquet of roses

Yank them out of the ground

And watch the blood run down your hands

Darkening the pink petals that smirk at you from below.

Pain is good

Pain is real;

Temporary relief

Cuz you haven’t got the energy to come up with anything else to save you;

Any hope left you for dead long ago.

So now you wander,

Black streets

Black clothes

Black hair spilling down your face

Haunted eyes black with too much knowing.

God damn society

That watches you and doesn’t care

Despises you, actually,

But who gives?

Well,

Not you

Cuz you don’t care either,

You’re beyond that

You’re nobody’s whore and nobody’s daughter

Alone in the big city,

You’re just you.

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