Porcelain girl

by porcelain   May 13, 2007


Skin like porcelain
blood like wine
it runs in rivers
the same every time

they're tears from her soul
story's told bold
from eyes like coal,
they say "this feeling's so old"

The razor's sharp and clean,
cuts made deep
feeling torn at the seams,
she feels she needs to sleep.

she lays down her head
on a tear-stained pillow
wishing she was dead,
she lets the blood flow

and as she sinks into her sleep,
an apology for cuts so deep.
"and if i die before i wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take"

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  • 17 years ago

    by porcelain

    Mm, i wrote it down somewhere but this is what i could remember. it sucks here but it was better when i wrote it, in a sketchbook of all things. i'll re-write it when i get my book back :x

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