
Excerpt: As we light a match and burn our souls, we're turning into plastic dolls. Morals fade to static noise, just thinking of ways to please the boys.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 354 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-22-09 - id: 2625272
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We cry at every funeral
Yet we survive on the blood of the dead
If you stare at your tongue in the mirror
Looks more black than red
As we light a match and burn our souls
We're turning into plastic dolls
Morals fade to static noise
Just thinking of ways to please the boys
Eyes stare through, the back of our heads
Sneak to the cupboard, steal the meds
Try to shut the voices up
Get the whiskey, fill the cup
In this world, we live to sin
Feel the forbidden, use again
Flames licking at your stake
Burn alive, or drown in lake?
Dreams fade to the back of our minds
Even as we let them rule our lives
Those little fantasies that we ignore
Become us, until we aren't there anymore
As we cry at the deaths of family and friends
We feed on their life, we make their end
Forever waiting for our turn
First to be buried, then to burn
We kill others souls and damn our own
If there's a way out it is not shown
But still, we keep searching for a way
Until we find our end of days
We are all the same as sure as me
We are all the same, and will forever be
But still we try to save ourselves
With these identities, we stole off the shelves
So put down the pitchforks, put down the lies
Put out the fires that burn in your eyes
Stop the yelling, stop the screams
Your world's coming apart from the seams
No matter which way your life does end
At the end we all are dead
So give your life meaning, remember to live
Give your heart, if it's all you can give
And sorry for the slightly random ending, with some of my poems I end up with this verse at the end which has something wrong with it but I can't fix it. It just never seemed quite right. I'm working on it with my newer ones, but this one's quite old, so yeah.
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