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You Wont Believe the Stories I've Heard.
Oh poor girl,
so innocent and young,
how I almost wish I cared enough to help,
But I’d much rather just watch instead…
I’ll let you figure this one out all by yourself.
So go on,
bat those pretty little lashes once more
Let them give you everything
Fulfill each needy desire
Wanting the promise of waking to dreams.
Why stop nursing this now?
Your completely transparent already
Intentions all seen through
Made perfectly clear…
You survive offering a service
An expert in exploiting fragile reputations
Of nervous boys just waiting around
Paranoid-
eyes always glancing over shoulder
seeking release of there unmet physical needs.
Another mistake in the backseat of a strange mans car
Typical day and you know the game,
the moneys good,
earn a few extra bucks
Bet it doesn’t do much for that hole in your heart,
but that’ll clear up in the morning
I know of a cure…
Chase a few pills with big swig of whiskey
Guaranteed to help you swallow that pride
Choke it down and let me explain
Follow my instructions for a quick fix
Now are you numb yet?
Great, let’s begin…
Write a short note to say why you’ve gone
Goodbye’s and whatnot
don’t forget to sign the bottom.
This’ll be a breeze…
it’s all downhill from here.
The guns in the dresser,
Where it’s always been waiting
But now she's calling to you.
Load up and press the barrel to your mouth
Hold it steady between tongue and teeth
take the time to really bite down
Connecting memories with bitter cold metal
Now pull the trigger and end the pain…
What you’re not ready?
Well then,
Take this last chance to sell yourself,
Short again- I’m sure.
See I’ll even show you...
there’s nothing left to live for
They’ve already sold your virtue…
so let this single bullet blow your brains out
Along with any morals you might have had left.
And they’re all patiently waiting
To jump for the spare change
pouring from this crevice
Leaking remains of led and fire
Dripping now down your head.
Don’t worry sweetheart,
they wont even miss you.
You’re a whore,
it’s that simple…
easy to come by and ready to replace
Girls like you are a dime a dozen,
Money made for another pimp and his personal gain
So don’t feel so sorry,
most men just don’t care
and besides,
Every story's the same around here.
But this ain’t no fairytale,
and your just a cheap fuck
Yeah
He's screaming your name out loud,
but they only bought your love.
A one night stand in a filthy alley,
well,
great deal for fifty whole bucks.
Oh and don’t be concerned
about that scratching in your belly
It doesn't change a fucking thing,
really can’t make life any better…
That’s just your unborn baby,
Helpless but purely unfortunate
and well,
honestly...
That bump is just plain bad for business.
No man in your life to take the fall for this one,
Can you even tell me who’s the father?
It’s a shame
you never really met the unknown sperm donor,
but I’m sure his wife would love you
She could finally put a face
to the name that wrecked her marriage.
So what now?
Don’t cry darling,
your bastard fetus is growing inside..
Getting bigger by the day,
And don't worry
A few years will pass before he asks about daddy…
Funny,
come to think of it,
he had you call him that too.
Or is that just the irony of this sick twisted joke?
But it's hard to fake a smile here...
being forced to face the story of your own life...
slightly tragic
so lets show them how it's really done
see who gets the last laugh after all.[/font]
so innocent and young,
how I almost wish I cared enough to help,
But I’d much rather just watch instead…
I’ll let you figure this one out all by yourself.
So go on,
bat those pretty little lashes once more
Let them give you everything
Fulfill each needy desire
Wanting the promise of waking to dreams.
Why stop nursing this now?
Your completely transparent already
Intentions all seen through
Made perfectly clear…
You survive offering a service
An expert in exploiting fragile reputations
Of nervous boys just waiting around
Paranoid-
eyes always glancing over shoulder
seeking release of there unmet physical needs.
Another mistake in the backseat of a strange mans car
Typical day and you know the game,
the moneys good,
earn a few extra bucks
Bet it doesn’t do much for that hole in your heart,
but that’ll clear up in the morning
I know of a cure…
Chase a few pills with big swig of whiskey
Guaranteed to help you swallow that pride
Choke it down and let me explain
Follow my instructions for a quick fix
Now are you numb yet?
Great, let’s begin…
Write a short note to say why you’ve gone
Goodbye’s and whatnot
don’t forget to sign the bottom.
This’ll be a breeze…
it’s all downhill from here.
The guns in the dresser,
Where it’s always been waiting
But now she's calling to you.
Load up and press the barrel to your mouth
Hold it steady between tongue and teeth
take the time to really bite down
Connecting memories with bitter cold metal
Now pull the trigger and end the pain…
What you’re not ready?
Well then,
Take this last chance to sell yourself,
Short again- I’m sure.
See I’ll even show you...
there’s nothing left to live for
They’ve already sold your virtue…
so let this single bullet blow your brains out
Along with any morals you might have had left.
And they’re all patiently waiting
To jump for the spare change
pouring from this crevice
Leaking remains of led and fire
Dripping now down your head.
Don’t worry sweetheart,
they wont even miss you.
You’re a whore,
it’s that simple…
easy to come by and ready to replace
Girls like you are a dime a dozen,
Money made for another pimp and his personal gain
So don’t feel so sorry,
most men just don’t care
and besides,
Every story's the same around here.
But this ain’t no fairytale,
and your just a cheap fuck
Yeah
He's screaming your name out loud,
but they only bought your love.
A one night stand in a filthy alley,
well,
great deal for fifty whole bucks.
Oh and don’t be concerned
about that scratching in your belly
It doesn't change a fucking thing,
really can’t make life any better…
That’s just your unborn baby,
Helpless but purely unfortunate
and well,
honestly...
That bump is just plain bad for business.
No man in your life to take the fall for this one,
Can you even tell me who’s the father?
It’s a shame
you never really met the unknown sperm donor,
but I’m sure his wife would love you
She could finally put a face
to the name that wrecked her marriage.
So what now?
Don’t cry darling,
your bastard fetus is growing inside..
Getting bigger by the day,
And don't worry
A few years will pass before he asks about daddy…
Funny,
come to think of it,
he had you call him that too.
Or is that just the irony of this sick twisted joke?
But it's hard to fake a smile here...
being forced to face the story of your own life...
slightly tragic
so lets show them how it's really done
see who gets the last laugh after all.[/font]
Published 20th Feb 2010
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21st Feb 2010 10:39am
wow.. intense.. extremely sad.. I think the lines that stood out the most to me were:
"earn a few extra bucks
Bet it doesn’t do much for that hole in your heart,"
just heart breaking.. especially since I know someone like this :(
"earn a few extra bucks
Bet it doesn’t do much for that hole in your heart,"
just heart breaking.. especially since I know someone like this :(
6th Oct 2010 7:00pm
such a long and brilliant poem filled with so much emotion...anger and sadness mostly emit from this poem...very intense and a great read.
nice work x
nice work x
12th Nov 2010 10:04pm
I just love your verbal style of assault. This whole stanza almost knocked me out of my chair:
They’ve already sold your virtue…
so let this single bullet blow your brains out
Along with any morals you might have had left.
And they’re all patiently waiting
To jump for the spare change
pouring from this crevice
Leaking remains of led and fire
Dripping now down your head.
Just...wow. You treat the suicide theme well and you're really good at encapsulating it. Fucking A! I love getting that kind of charge from reading a poem, it feel like listening to a Rage Against The Machine song, you just get swept up with it because of the raw intensity. Keep this up.
They’ve already sold your virtue…
so let this single bullet blow your brains out
Along with any morals you might have had left.
And they’re all patiently waiting
To jump for the spare change
pouring from this crevice
Leaking remains of led and fire
Dripping now down your head.
Just...wow. You treat the suicide theme well and you're really good at encapsulating it. Fucking A! I love getting that kind of charge from reading a poem, it feel like listening to a Rage Against The Machine song, you just get swept up with it because of the raw intensity. Keep this up.
20th Jul 2011 5:38pm
Had me captivated from start to finish, dying (no pun intended) to know where this was going. Good tone in your poem, I personally got a sense of a voice of conscience but the darker side, that voice we don't like to listen to but somehow can't help ourselves.
A good read! Nicely done.
A good read! Nicely done.
24th Feb 2012 2:58am
really hard and intense, and sad and lonely!!!!!!!!!! youve done an excellent job with this!!!!!!!!!!
