Post by brandnewmessiah on May 17, 2007 7:59:17 GMT -6
1. The withered crone:
Cracked and dried, beauty faded
The hands of time need wound again
Forgotten by all to become a burden
No more cards and photos do they send
Youth is the one thing she took for granted
With no one to listen what good comes from wisdom with age
Death was never in the minds of the living
But now living has become her four walled cage
2. The scarred cherub:
So innocent in the eyes of heaven
She holds a secret never to tell
Childish games and fake smiles
Masks the years of a sleepless hell
Her daddy loves her and she loves him
But he shows it in so many painful ways
Now she fears her wings will be taken
For no longer believing in whom she prays
3. The living mannequin:
Plastic and perfect prototypical doll
The scalpel is her new best friend
Mirrors so hideous yet reflect only beauty
Her list of flaws seems never to end
From pin-up to monster a costume of skin
Implanting what gravity will soon steal away
A speed dial full of cosmetic miracle workers
Lie to give her the courage to face the day
4. Soldier of torture:
Sweating bullets in his dreams
Restraints hold back the past
Never removing the shrapnel in his heart
Memories still stained with napalm ash
Naked children dancing with headless mothers
To a death waltz of the M-16’s favorite song
Thinking visions of war was all that could drown him
His bloody knife proved him to be wrong
5. The contrite preacher:
Bless me father for I have sinned
He proclaims as he looks in the mirror
The children have become my weakness
Their naïve flesh makes my devils appear
I sacrifice their innocence upon your alter
Then weep in disgust of all that has happened
Give me the power to banish this perversion
For I may have fallen to far to be forgiven
6. The aborted clone:
Same flesh, same thoughts, same life
Not another should have to go through this
Birth is the lie wrapped in a bow
And death becomes the definition of bliss
Giving my DNA in hopes of a new improved model
Generating the craze of an altered baby boom
The technological power still wields from my hands
As I rip myself from it’s womb
7. The adored corpse:
Now I lay me down to sleep
And worms bleed from my eyes
Their utter resistance to pull the plug
Tells me their words of love were just a lie
Give me my freedom the peace I deserve
Even with all your prayers I’m too gone to be saved
I shall call upon thee in post mortem dreams
To tell you how lonely it is in this grave
