emotional torment (Remove filter)
i have no eyes but i have to see
my tongue is tied
my mouth is sewn shut
my arms in a straitjacket
my eyes gouged out yet, still wanting to blink
to see / i want to see / i have to see / i need to fucking see
with all the blood and flesh of my own mangled around me
i broke my arms out
my bones protruding and bleeding black hot blood
i pierced my mouth open,
my black blood, teeth and flesh flus...
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DOORMAT
Call me the doormat,
The infestation of rats,
The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,
Call the kettle black!
Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,
The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?
The hot head who can only nag nag nag,
That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.
Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects
When you stand by the mirror and boast,
When ...
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Grisly Girl
Someone's sowed pins and needles into her lips.
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