\\~*~My Shattered Innocence~*~//

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will just simply,
Kill me...

Trapped in my universe,
Of on-going silence,
Where a single light flickers,
Distorted images,
Ageing memories,
Never allowing me to forget.

Dancing fallen angels,
Dirty faces and dresses burnt black,
Their eyes,
Red hot orange embers,
'Don't cry' they chant,
Because I'm waltzing with goth,

Thin rivers of warm blood,
Trickling down my rosey cheeks,
Instead of my lost tears,
Sparkling like rubies,
But much more valuable,

And I'm french kissing,
Demons with wings,
Tasting their flame,
Skin like jet sequins,
My distant dreams

Wish you were here...

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Some of the people that inspire me to write are: K-chan *hugs and kisses, xx*. Hayley *hold in there love, hugs*. Benji Madden *a tattooed, pierced teddy bear*. Billy Martin *a sweet gothic angel, fallen?*. Davey Havok *he is God, please worship*. Daniel Johns *simple, yet perfect, meaningful lyrics*. Brody Dalle *fucking hot*.