It's late and I'm contemplating things. I realize now what a fucked up little kid I am. I mean seriously. I think I'm a fucking horrible kid. I've done things that grown people with no sense at all wouldn't do, why the hell am I so impressionable? Ugh. Poetry time.
Bombshell Harlot
My eyeliner lies,
Sweetheart didn't you know?
It allowed me to hide.
It was my solace.
The masquerade has started.
I dance with my mask
Show everything that I wish to be
Show all that I need to be.
Do you like my mask darling?
I'll never let you look behind it.
I'll take you home,
Give you the ride of your life,
But when you look inside,
I won't be able to hide anymore.
You'll see the masquerade end.
I wear this mask so you won't see,
So you won't see me aching,
You won't see me hurt like a human.
Oh what I'd give to become a harlot.
Sex, deception, and no feelings.
My masquerade would be forever,
My masquerade,
Will be my last endeavor.
Goodnight my darling,
When you wake I'll be gone far away.
Punk Diabolique
You told me once that I was an evil person,
Oh how right you were my darling.
About as right as you never wanted to be.
I'm so bad my darling.
I'm so horrible my dear.
Angels flock away from me,
Satan has my ear.
Watch me fly away on a wing of darkness,
I'll wear these blackened wings with pride,
But at the end of the day,
I'll never be able to tell you what it took,
To make these wings.
All the tears I've cried to blacken them.