Hahahahaha!!!!
By: Surreal Rae
Shimmer dying faerie dust. Razorblades, sliding down mirrors into their petite noses that are right above their glossy Playboy lips.
Vamped out corsets, laced lavender. So small, so frail and awkward and bold. Vines growing down his throat. Garnet, dark, vines of lies
seeping. Choking non existent innocence. Just cause he�s a virgin doesn�t mean he�s right. Chasin� that smoky white magic dragon.
Do you see her diamond tears? Sliding down her chalky skin? Cracked mono lips? She can seduce you with her beauty, and once you
see the true her, your already too deep to save yourself. My heart made of broken CD fragments. Dancing in the sun. Living in the scratched
coin moon. Cathedral life. Churches made of skulls and bones. Pretty, pretty glass. Cut your sharp silver tongue off like that. Stain it red; stain
it brown and purple and black. Live your life! Make it yours! Ponytails, swish swish. Smokey purple eyeshadow, and darting blue lips. Lovely little
chains going round and round and round their hearts. Looping mine, but not binding. Still a dark cherry horse smeared with sweet tan clay, galloping
through the viciously beautiful stars.
..One of many...
Locked in a cage...
In a petshop
Called Humanity
And only one thing
could free me...
And I cannot find that
'thing'
Because...
I am caged.
I am blind.
I am weak.
By Surreal
White peacocks,
Iridescent with lost tales of pink and purple.
Tunnels with green veins throb
and pulse with pain.
Broken glass in the floor,
and kitten girl skulls.
Lured by the panther man.
Glass, stained with the imperfection of love
reflects the pain as beauty.
The panther man is the pretty poison
apple of your eye.
Cna't you hear the lace scream against the knife?
FLashing in the slant of his eyes.
The peacocks scream if they see one.
Her red hair,
do you know what he dyes it with?
That isn't her own bioluminescence.
The one bird rib cage girl,
kitten skul girl he had to keep.
The filigree cages, and purple swing cushions.
They sing for his beauty, and her freedom of a cage.
I knew this girl named Treepy Dauze
She was super strange...
She had bear arms and paws
From a bear that once had mange
Once she asked, "Does the word orange have one syllable or two?"
And I said, "I don't know..."
She was like a hippi who caught the flu
When she blew her si-cah-dell-ik nose.
I don't know what was so great about her except that poe she wrote,
"I like Romans
I like Greece
I like pretty Golden Fleece"
Yeah, I knew this hippi...
