Personal Poetry.
Over dosing in rage
Like a fucking drug addict
If you’ve got a crime to charge
Then I’m your convict
You can try to imprison me
But no bars will hold this creature
Just try and fight me bitch
I’ll be your new flick-feature
I’ll be the girl you envy
I’ll be the slut you hate
But when it comes down to it
You’re just my bait
Just keep watching
I’ll give you my throne
For I’ve found something
To be enjoyed alone
Like a raven in red
I’ll be the angel in black
You’ll be at my mercy
With these wing on my back
Each muscle twice as strong
As two hundred men
Each of those men wants me
Like Barbie wants Ken
Putting the play toys aside
We are the grown up here
Time to set a bad example
For the upcoming year
Be the worst of the worst
And I’ll be your archangel
I’ll give you the means
All you need is the angle
Ready, set and go
Prepared for this me
It’s time to let loose;
Take this up a degree
Like a fucking psycho
I will touch the green sky
I’d swear I’m not crazy
But that would be a lie
And a liar I’m not
For in this world we appreciate
The ones that are crazy
And the one that we hate
The ones we can always
Find below our own self
For to be below them
Would be bad for your health
The ones that is me
The ones that are you
Last time I checked
And you’re overdue
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