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Sins. Why stop at 7?

Contributed by amber_vonHorror on Thursday, 14th August 2008 @ 09:36:04 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

her eyes fogged up like the windows in winter
as the poison burned her tender throat
another glass of cheap champagne
and her stomach began to bloat.
kissed the glass against her crimson lips
she felt her chest rise, but forget to fall
and her heels blistered painfully
as she pressed them into the floor
yet she smiled so politely, the leggings to cover the scars
of lonely nights that she spent
slashing more then her arms
All her guests stared longingly
at the glitter in her eyes
and wondered how they sparkled so bright
all the time
They kissed her cheek with envy
And drank only the finest wine
But all she needed was a cask of red
and a few hundred lines

Miss Perfect, Miss Glamerous
Not so happy underneath

Her final guest leaves, longing for her life
Wishing she was her, only for one night

Another bottle, and a dim light room
Call this life?
Yes. I do.

Copyright © amber_vonHorror ... [ 2008-08-14 21:36:04]
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Re: Sins. Why stop at 7? (User Rating: 1 )
by juliestevens18 on Saturday, 16th August 2008 @ 11:27:01 AM AEST
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hey hey. really liked this one. deep and meaningful, but it seemed like it was effortless.

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