"'There she goes'

The mere reflection of my former self

Jaded,

Cigarette dangling form bloodstained nails

Surrounded by e n d l e s s crumpled papers and e m p t y coffee cups

Sold

Into

Slavery

By her pen, her words, her thoughts

Her arm a razor's playground

And

Just another devil's advocate

Because

She laughs at holy water, and

Delights in the dark

Like it's her own little piece of heaven.

'I'm not the girl I used to be, my darling.'"

5/4/2006 1:25pm