Spray perfume on a casket.
The heaviest scent just,
Couldn't even mask it.
Bodies on bodies,
In the end,
Just wasted piles of bones...
Come to show,
Every pretty face,
Is an untold story.
Miles of miles,
Of clouds take our breath,
Away.
Tell me now,
Baby will, this be,
Our own little masquerade?
Jewels on our masks,
We'll sit in the thrones,
With the bodies and the blood and
Our crowns made of bones.
They tell you all these lies,
Don't listen to what they say.
Demons fill their hearts,
They'll be dead now any day.
Smile for the crowd,
Now do a little wave.
It don't matter what you say,
They'll hate you anyway.
Gone with the tide,
Not sure... what to think.
I won't settle,
For princess.
I wanna be queen.
Leave me,
In the ground,
Maybe,
I'll find some peace.
Rather than blood...
Royalty is in my dreams.
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BEFORE WE FALL [poetry]
Poesiathe idiotic ramblings of a love-wasted teenager. most of these were written during my darkest stages of ongoing depression. I have now seen some of the light, and frequently bathe in it.