k-eeptheviolence

here lies princess slumber, wishing for eternal rest she has no will to live in the day for dreaming is the best dream on little child, dream of better days dream of what you wish to be and count up all the ways here lies princess slumber, lying in eternal rest

mulling over our childish ways we twist our heads to ignore the truth spinning smiles and dancing waltzes the music keeps on marching to our precise steps we glide across the wax our masks still perfectly intact if only for tonight

you came to me in a dream or maybe a nightmare my head on stiff blue pillows that were certainly used before me ' where are you ? ' but your face was gone smothered by the question at hand ? ? ? ' find me. ' when i woke up the halls were asleep but the lights still buzzed with flies that haven't been cleaned i ran i ran i ran away from the place known as safe by smiling faces stuffed with money who couldn't tell me where you were i stole i stole i stole what was not mine again, i would eat the colourful candy and again id be put in a nice sleep

the walls are all white there's a mix of screaming between pain and commands urine and death and cleaning supplies fill my nose i failed. i almost went away and you definitely went away to some place i do not know are you here or there there or here

the coloured candy tilts and tacks against one another in a tiny orange bowl of black letters on white they don't have my name but somehow i know they're for me punishment for not finding you. and so i take one of each then two then three and wait until the drowsiness passes

it's 3 am and i still hear your soundless voice beating repeating breathing down my neck begging me to find you

whisper in their ears and tell them it's alright just destroy another already broken life with a touch on the ripe and maybe the sweetly decaying oh how the light on the edges are fraying what you are left with is sunken eyes broken bones, and petty goodbyes fingertip to thumb is how small perfect should be even if it costs you a weeping or three but don't take it from me, the one with sad dreams i'm just here to tell you what ana really means

mask the scent of unpleasant ignominy with the stench of cowards. place my drooping head among the angel white feathers collected. rewire the mind to unchaste and risqué thoughts not kept. make sure the doll's lips are stitched nice and tight.

cut open with knives of kindness, gutted with broken hymens, stuffed with dripping black sludge, and stitched with shame. i can't go back.