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promises, promises
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
complete with a tap in my veins
to draw you a glass full of my tainted blood
Green flames of fire straight from the dragon’s mouth
all the pretty words couldn’t hide the poison within your touch
setting me alight like multi-coloured fireworks
that kissed as they consumed
My body’s a vessel to be battered and bruised
and I wear the scars with a shimmer of lies
cradling them and loving them as I simultaneously loathe
the reason they cover me like a midnight shroud
preparing for a funeral of hearts
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
a poetry dance in self-destruction
lighting the candles just to watch them burn
the wax craving its way into my skin
a memory born to be forgotten
in a glass full of absinthe and blood
I’ve become my own hallucination
a figment of a half-forgotten dream
a mannequin in a dollhouse of death
dress me up to strip me naked and violate my destitute mind
We live the dream, lost in the nightmare
of our own maudlin creation
‘cause daddy never loved us much
and mother’s got a caustic touch
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
my tongue wetting the edge of the envelope
my fingerprints on the ink smudged paper
with the promise of mirrored tomorrows
and a hell that doesn’t come with postcards
of char burnt beaches in a desert summer
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
I needed you like a letter to myself
I needed you...
To be someone else
© Indie Adams 2013
complete with a tap in my veins
to draw you a glass full of my tainted blood
Green flames of fire straight from the dragon’s mouth
all the pretty words couldn’t hide the poison within your touch
setting me alight like multi-coloured fireworks
that kissed as they consumed
My body’s a vessel to be battered and bruised
and I wear the scars with a shimmer of lies
cradling them and loving them as I simultaneously loathe
the reason they cover me like a midnight shroud
preparing for a funeral of hearts
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
a poetry dance in self-destruction
lighting the candles just to watch them burn
the wax craving its way into my skin
a memory born to be forgotten
in a glass full of absinthe and blood
I’ve become my own hallucination
a figment of a half-forgotten dream
a mannequin in a dollhouse of death
dress me up to strip me naked and violate my destitute mind
We live the dream, lost in the nightmare
of our own maudlin creation
‘cause daddy never loved us much
and mother’s got a caustic touch
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
my tongue wetting the edge of the envelope
my fingerprints on the ink smudged paper
with the promise of mirrored tomorrows
and a hell that doesn’t come with postcards
of char burnt beaches in a desert summer
I needed you like a letter filled with arsenic
I needed you like a letter to myself
I needed you...
To be someone else
© Indie Adams 2013
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