This Curse Called VanityHow beautiful she is How glamorous she seems But is she beautiful? Are outer looks so important? She cruises through life on these looksThis Curse Called Vanity
alone Is this anyway to live? 21 years old, 92 years on the inside Dying but no one knows No one knows what is behind this shell Behind the heavily-coated make-up Will she ever know who she is? Every compliment adds to what is already fictitious Too skinny for her own good She thinks she's a queen But she is dead wrong Suffering this curse called vanity
The End
A Flock of HumansThe cattle sit and wait Taking a great amount of time out of their dreary lives Crying for assistance A sanctuary Will it come? Poor and hungry they anticipate the end A glimpse of hope A silver lining Anything! They need something To live, to survive And so they waitA Flock of Humans
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The final standThe house-wife prepares dinner A feast of the senses She's tired, her hands are dry and crackedThe final stand
bruised and torn Slaving over a hot stove She has received thanks for past meals Appreciation that she had become accustomed to Appreciation had become the back of a hand She loves him but a woman can only take so much She thinks of the good times, the happy summers past as she slaves away He gets home from work, a snide remark announces his presence Within a half-hour's time, he is face-down in his soup She sits and weeps She had lost a husband, a father, a monste
Bella MorteBlood-red lips Eyes like a wild cat The face of an angel In the cool night air she rides Death is her game Cold, heartless The sweet liquid, a life-force She yearns for this To taste it, to feel it on her fingertips Her name is Bella Morte The beautiful death With flesh under her nails and blood running down her chin She yearns for something else To know human touch, a touch of life To be mortal To live, to love, to dieBella Morte
The End
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"Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make."
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"There could be a million loves in your life. One should stand above all of the others." Wow, who know my brother actually has a sensitive side, he's not an ass hole 24/7. anyway...~Quinton's Senior Quote
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