Wednesday, November 19, 2014


Shut up
Shut down
A ripped and bloody brocade gown 
Be still
Be right
Never let them see you fight
Don't peep
Don't cry
Only makes them wonder why
Hide marks
Hide thought
Mental pain is searing hot
Love worthless
Love scarred
A soul that's tortured, broken, marred
See night
See black
Another round upon the rack
Fly free
Fly far
They won't accept the thing you are
Shut up
Shut down
And wear that mother fucking crown 

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