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And it lives in me, it lives in you
There is honestly nothing you can do
Poison pumping through my veins
Poison numbs me, soothes my pain
Because I know, each day is the same.
And I can’t feel, and I can’t see
I am everything I can be
My hair is matted, my skin is pale
Even though I’m blinded I hear the wails
There’s people in pain, I know, I know
But I still can’t feel, it goes to show.
But it’s okay, my face is pretty.
I’m still amusing and rather witty.
Keep me around, I hope you will
I don’t hold it against you, should your fingers spill
My fanciful figure into the gutter
My hopes dashed, but I’ll probably just sputter
Something about chivalry and women and boys
Probably complain about the noise.
Fix my hair and rumple my dress;
Adjust my mask of lovely finesse.
I’ll sit on the curb and wait...
And wait. And wait.
For my next noblesse suitor to come, desecrate.
- by Belle-Manon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/11/2008 |
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- Title: The Sewer Queen
- Artist: Belle-Manon
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Description:
A poem.
If you don't understand some of the words or allusions, just ask. - Date: 12/11/2008
- Tags: sewer queen love heart
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Comments (2 Comments)
- AncientChronicles - 08/29/2009
- why did you name it 'the sewer queen' ?
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- Surguri Miyauchi - 12/11/2008
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i really like it.just a bit confused. 5/5
its very good. XD - Report As Spam