Boadicea

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Father Time

As a child I dreamt of symphonic harmony
Charming myself with lengthy descriptions of my destiny
Sitting on a rugged smudge of yellowing carpet
Our house was whole and my life was perfect
Time ticked away it's excruciating cricketing ticks
As you commited a crime no riches or gifts could fix
I slumped away in agony knowing this infectious omen
I was alone in this colourless phantom room where my soul had fallen
Daddy you tried to disuise your asinine faults
Claiming that you had commited only minor assaults
You have accepted these advances and leave me unloved
Aggressing and mutilating all but your new beloved
Asiatic eyes and crimson sinful lips resonate in my mind
As though this evidence were too hard for me to find
Rusty blackened complexion and a cracking marmalade cheek
I shall find this pretentious temptress whom I seek
You believe naively that I innocently don't know
But my tears have dried and there is no more agony to show
I am sickened by your every corrupting word
These lies that you tell invading my illusions of this world
Swallowing grief and acidic anger from within
I divert myself to a countertop rose as it withers thin
Murderous vixens and sarcastic clowns dance in my head
And struggle to ignore this wishful bullshit that you've fed
I cannot comprehend the existance of this makeshift marriage
Wishing only to run away in a grotesque death carriage
I dream of flesh devouring horses thin with the stench of mortality
I hope to leave and escape your irresponsibility
I loathe you more than you could ever conceive
My thoughts and values, I have nothing left to believe

11:28:03
Falsities incrusted with sticky orange vaseline
Have been forced into expectant diseased cunts
Like the probing speculum of butchering gynecologists
Ideas not our own are incerted from scripted text into unsuspecting mind
These teenaged imbiciles roll off a pre-industrial slave-driven carpet
Not unlike the televisions, automobiles, and sugar coated candies
Controlling the simple mindedness of these flesh spackled drones
As they move around unoticing the clues of abstinate unreality
Tears form in the imperfect eyes of the emmanciated face of an individual
Starved for acceptance like a misfed shadow of a decapitated beast
From the anatomically superior followers of this stale and poluted earth
AS they loom unwanted in the darkened corners and cry out in upmost misery
The blood thirsty puppets of massachistic murder do as instructed
By presidents of rotten slug infested skin hoping to change insignificant fates
Looking to make a mark on the oil stained parchment of history
Praying on the lesser mechanical limbs of the inferior and demonesque
As their souls struggle jerkily to free themselves from this black magic
Like an epileptic convulsing on a floor of jagged glass points
Blurred representations of chinks, japs, and niggers flicker
Upon a maniac screen of the evening sickening as green sludge of a buried corpse
The tears of millions living in the farthest corners of a damned ground
Please the overseeing and eager orbs of monstrous children
Pointing sticks and productive pencils at jugulars, stomacks and the mouths of the young
Volouptuous mounds of a peculiar princes abound from her semi nude skin
She looks into an unforgiving mirror the welts and scars of greatness befal her
The armies of marching american men attack the modest simpletons of ennemy blood lines
The wolflike black coats of blue eyed remorceless dogs shimmer in the morning light
As the first sun's of armagedon emerge from the night's sky
The dreams of prophets echo in the ears of unhearing critics
In the picturesque little towns wounded heroes write their own epic destinies
Bullets of savior arms splinter, splatering blood, skin and brain tissues
Onto the streets, killing these hated unworthy human beings
The aching hearts og goths, punks and the isolated loner surrender their misfortunes
To those who have led them into the arms of depression, anxiety and anger
So stay further into the realm of unreality
And be burned by the lies that you have told
You will be fated to a death more horrible than the nightmares of the insane
Because the stresses that you impose on the individuals won't be fogotten

The Angry Princess
Ancient writings line the filth incrusted walls of this nasty place
As the poltergheist of a suicidal princess sits uncloathed shacking
Her branch-like limbs slump losely to the gound
Laserated by age old self inflicted wounds seeping stale gangreen blood
Her oily ebony hair sticks like grime to her skeletal doll face
As tears of black foaming paint flow from her lifeless eyes
Onto these fading painted on rosy cheeks and calist jaw
Her sorrow stays with her even as her ghost disintegrates
Anger pulsing through her dried up veins as she looks through a broken window
She has died alone and lonely confessing her love for a taken prince
She weeps angry at all who have touched her
She is unwanted

Immortality
Virgin slave sitting upon an artificial limb
Condemned by the immortality of her fatal sin
Standing within a cold graying entrance
She looks upon a blank polaroid mezmerized
Slave to hatred, slave to pain: slit your wrist again
On your knees, shoved into a puddle of urine
Slave to fuck, slave to men: you've fallen, you're dirty again
Cry your tears: you are alone there is no one to listen
The wretched look of her features is a curse
She reaches for a savior never ataining his grasp
This glass heart runs cold cracking at every lunge
Black tangled matted hair stained by tears of blood
Slave to hatred, Slave to pain: blood runs on your wrist again
On your knees, carpet burns with every stab
Slave to fuck, slave to men: you are left alone again
Cry your tears, suicidal dreams make you sad
Grotesque polaroids recount stories of infected fantasies
Sharing tea with lucifer, demons, gargoyles and snakes
Swallowing countless substances hoping to numb the mind
You are judged for what you are
You are judged for what you try
You are judged for your hearts desired
Kill yourself mercilessly before you lose
Your mind

Ballerina in a box
She lives in a broken toy box
Hoping her time is done
Stragulated spine held by a mechanical corcet
Plastic tears cover this doll face
As she spins precariously around
Emanciated as a grotesque carousel
All alone spinning all around
Hope's gone; skin bruises as she is discarded
Paint cracks on a stone cold smile
She's nothing but a savage memory
Dissociated she caresses a ribbed torso
Tattered toule cligning to ravaged thighs
She glances at pornographers puppets of berlesque
Wishing for a breast of gold
This ballerina's dance tragically graceful
Slays all of whom gaze at lifeless blakened eyes
Tearing at the seams spinning still
Hope's gone as she is discarded
Paint cracks on this red rose smile
She's nothing but a suicidal fantasy
Blistered slippers stained with jealousy
Propel locks of ebony tangled and matted
With visions of future pains and deceptions
As bony fingers rest upon her cheek
For the last time...

Malice

hey there, I really like your use of words.

alone_i_break

wow. i love your wording... youre very very very talented! immortality was my favorite... mostly cause i can relate to it in a way. but tehyre all so good!! please tell me you have more

Boadicea

Spider Amputee and rampant bial
Sown with the fantasies of murderers
Propped up against greese and grime
Doll faced deteriorating poltergheist
Broken brittle fingernails yellowing
Torn stockings soaked sith sin
Dragging mindlessly the broken limb
The voices thrown chattering insanity

Innocence born of the woumb of the precious
Pricked by pain, a chill so tragic
Still never surrender magnificent survivor
I heard you on my tainted radio
And your sorrow song re-awakended me

Blistering lips scarred with insecurity
The lacerated obs seeping longing
Ravenous knawing at the flesh of a wrist
Hoping silently to be bled free
Screeching hatefully by a fractured mirror
She faces herself broken, unwilling
Unable to live among the happy
Raking at defened ears echoing still

Innocence born of the woumb of the precious
Pricked by pain, a chill so tragic
Still never surrender magnificent survivor
I heard you on my tainted radio
And your sorrow song re-awakended me

... I'm not happy with this one yet but I have to go study...
Please note that the large paragraphs do not refer to Amy (Me being reawakened by her song...): I wanted to try to express what the solitude in My Immortal did for inspiration in me, but I am having some writer's block...
Damn Brain

Mel

Boadicea

Like an aged photograph fraying at the enge
Sitting here upon the drying grass
The wind shovelling up my hair
And these forgotten tears sticking to my cheek
Faceless and deprived of emotion
Unable to communicate, silenced completely
Gaze falling upon the blessed
And those who insist upon hurting me

The truth is I am nothing
Still here but useless the same
Searching for a purpose
Vanishing into nothing

Scars on a broken back
Stabbed constantly, so many times
The pains of yesteryears echoing
Through my wretched veins
Needing desperately to find someone
Seeing the loves of others jealous
Unwanted lump in this throat constant
And the realization of solitude

The truth is I am nothing
Still here but useless the same
Searching for a purpose
Vanishing into nothing

Boadicea

I am the epidomy of solitude
With forms around me yet so alone
Don't touch me and get too close
I'm hurting you to break myself

It's my defining moment
Sinning Again
I won't be rescued anytime
Burn me again

Like a broken record
History repeating itself
Hoping to snag
these collecting snears
Don't touch me
Awaken Me

It's my defining moment
Sinning Again
I won't be rescued anytime
Burn me again

Couldn't possibly understand
Deafening myself to be uncrazy
Rather be alone
Rather be nothing
Defeating Me
Fuckin Me

Please god just leave me alone

Boadicea

Shaddow (Snow White / Redone)

Spider amputee and rampant bial
Sown with the fantasies of a killer
Propped up against greese and grime
Doll faced, deteriorating poltergheist

Can you give me strength
To make it through another day
Lend me some of your beauty
So that I may stop these tears

Broken brittle fingernails yellowing
Torn stockings soaked with sin
Dragging mindlessly the broken limb
The voices thrown chattering insanity

Can you give me strength
To make it through another day
Lend me your mind
So that I may be rid of these demons

Blistering lips scarred with insecurity
The lacerated obs seeping longing
Ravenous knawing at the flesh of a wrist
Hoping silently to be bled free
Screeching hatefully by a fractured mirror
She faces herself broken, unwilling
Unable to live among the happy
Raking at defened ears echoing still

The fool poisoned by the fruit
Sickening, this death would be salvation
Falling apart at the seems
Yet cursed and undying

Can you give me strength
To make it through another day
Lend me some of your strength
So that I may
HAVE MY REVENGE

Pink Stockings

Why do you look at me that way
Don't you realize that I know...I know
I feel I'm misplaced, unwanted
I don't fit in...never have, never will

(And I cry in the dark)

I wish I was a child
When I wore those pink stockings
I wish I was like you
But my dreams never come true

Everywhere I go I am sigled out
(Why can't you pitty me?)
I'd hope to wear those skirts, those dresses
I'd hope to find me

(And I cry in the dark)

I wish I was a child
When I wore those pink stockings
I wish I was like you
But my dreams never come true

How many of your words
Have taken lives
I keep putting off
My emminent suicide
I WANT TO THINK I'LL BE BETTER

(And I cry in the dark)

I wish I was a child
When I wore those pink stockings
I wish I was like you
But my dreams never come true

Sorrow song

Suddenly all hope lost
Unable to move my thoughts
Silent sobs and invisible tears
Sarcastic monologues hide what I must conceal

Listen to my sorrow song
I know you can't hear me
My eyes are watering
While you smile happily
Can you hear my ECHO
Can you save me NO!

Lump cracking within my breast
Won't you rob me of this agony
Realities ripping at my brain
My reason has been taken away

Listen to my sorrow song
Your successes torchuring me
My fragile heart is breaking
While you snear sarcastically
Can you hear my ECHO
Can you save me NO!

Unfair
Screaming inside
Tearing away at my hair
You expect me
To sit here and
Take what you give me
Don't begin to think
That I'll be subordinated

Are you an idiot / Don't you see yourself / Trying to steel my success / Fix it today / Save the world and kill yourself

(GET OUT OF MY WAY)

I may not be perfect
But I don't need you to show me the way
I'm fakin with my images
Of shallow dreams
Unable to get past
What I ought to be

Are you an idiot / Don't you see yourself / Trying to steel my success / Fix it today / Save the world and kill yourself

I don't care if I'm not
A REALIST
I will be what I want to be
You can't change me
See the signs:
I'll be fine again

Are you an idiot / Don't you see yourself / Trying to steel my success / Fix it today / Save the world and kill yourself

Save yourself the worry
Save the world and kill yourself
Get out of me
Save the world and kill yourself
Leave me now
Save the world and kill yourself
Shrink away and die
Save the world and kill yourself

Follow Me

Bare feet lacerated
By a field of broken glass
Pouring gangreen and
Sulfer puss

I am alone
I am alone
I am alone
I am alone

I am aware of what I am
But I can't deal with this
Burden anymore

Follow me please
I cannot survive on my own
Give me a listener
BE MY OTHER PERSONALITY

I've been the one they taunt for so long
Covered in welts and unseen wounds
I've Lost
My Identity

Follow me please
I cannot survive on my own
Give me an avenger
Be my voice

My soul has cried for too long (Whisper)
Be my poltergheist and scare my demons away
Give me someone to talk to
And make me rot from within

Follow me please
I cannot survive on my own
Give me a lover
Be my death

My Death/My death (Echo: then schriek)

Boadicea

Sitting on the edge of a craked stone stair
Whiping his tears with the back of a hand
Long locks stained with shameless sorrow
And the hopeless echo of broken promisses
A boy grown into a man too soon
Betrayed so easily by the bearers of his own blood
An aching head propped precariously
Staring blankly at the barrel of a gun
Orphaned by the unacceptance of the blind
Letting himself be led by the sound of a song
Choosing the dull strings over the shinning bullet
Rampaging rage transformed into melody
Soon reaching hands and frantic screams
Still alone and searching for understanding
A heart shattered into shards of glass
Wondering anxiously where destiny would guide him
She was so fragile and broken by tragedy
With the beauty of a thousand dawns
A figure men had abused, so misunderstood
She too searched for a feeling never felt
But one glance at this broken man
Unchilled her heart and awakened her soul
Her gaze fell upon his saddened eyes
And finally he knew he was beloved

alone_i_break

i dont even know what to say.

Boadicea

really?
I don't really see my writting that way. I really like writting: I'm never satisfied though. I'd love to be a songwriter, but I can't seem to get what I want to get out across. It's never tragic enough, It's never harsh enough.
I've come up with concepts for songs that I imagined Amy signing (because she can sound really distinct and full of sorrow) but sadly I neither have the connections or the raw talent for that (not trying to be a pessimist, just a realist)
Mel