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Jan. 30th, 2005 01:22 amDreaming of something that will never come, she sits alone.
Reads of death.
Watches stories of love.
Holds her fists and hides when she could avenge betrayal percieved,
even if only for a foolish moment.
Petty, selfish, boring, foolish girl.
Tries so hard...
To keep the appearance.
But Death juggles scarves as a hobby, the hippo sings love songs to mermaids, and the lady knight quietly wishes to be saved, or to be loved.
I saw someone I hate tonight...
And I hid rather than beat the ever-loving **** out of them.
Petty of me to want to,
Selfish and wimpy of me not to...
I dreamt of golden mirrors on white backgrounds, and a gun at my head...
and woke up screaming without sound.
I hate that feeling.
I hate that scene.
It reminds me...
It was all my fault.
My god-damned fault.
Maybe it's the real reason I'm scared of being cornered, because I hate and fear that white-draped scenery. They forced me... So many times, to be held down, locked in with it... That white-draped shrine.
Reads of death.
Watches stories of love.
Holds her fists and hides when she could avenge betrayal percieved,
even if only for a foolish moment.
Petty, selfish, boring, foolish girl.
Tries so hard...
To keep the appearance.
But Death juggles scarves as a hobby, the hippo sings love songs to mermaids, and the lady knight quietly wishes to be saved, or to be loved.
I saw someone I hate tonight...
And I hid rather than beat the ever-loving **** out of them.
Petty of me to want to,
Selfish and wimpy of me not to...
I dreamt of golden mirrors on white backgrounds, and a gun at my head...
and woke up screaming without sound.
I hate that feeling.
I hate that scene.
It reminds me...
It was all my fault.
My god-damned fault.
Maybe it's the real reason I'm scared of being cornered, because I hate and fear that white-draped scenery. They forced me... So many times, to be held down, locked in with it... That white-draped shrine.