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    Hollyweird

    Hollyweird There's a girl and she calls my name, A vicious demon living for pain. Pain from my heart, And pain from my soul. I look to the mirror and see, The girl I hate to be. A freak from all that is right But endulgent in all that is wrong. A hand reaches out, A voice, calling for me. With a scream of delight, Up rose Holly. Holly Wood of fame and perfection, This demon of the night, Sunk her claws into me. With a smile so evil, Yes seductive in power, I took her hand, And she took me. Misery takes over As she steals my soul with pride. The girl that I am, Vanishes inside. Holly whispers in my ear at night, The voice of a demon, Filling me With fright. I am not perfect, I am not desired, I am disgusting, And my misery makes me tired. A septable mind for Holly to play, Torment and misery comes my way Pressure to be perfect Creeps up inside. My reflection,I see Is of a girl who is not me Holly, my demon, Has poisoned my mind. Ideas of perfection Run on a tainted line Yet those dreams of who I should be, Line up with what Holly shows me. Just out of reach A goal so unconceived I want to be perfect, Why aren't I perfect? Dressed as a doll,for Holly to play Pretty and perfect Yet damaged and tormented inside. The day Holly bit me, When her poison sunk in, I became blind And my soul, it has died. Dearest Holly My deamon of glee, Your cries for perfection Changed who I was And inside, destroyed me.
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    A Poem To The Dead

    A poem to the dead And so it be that my soul has died For the nightmare in my mind Has made my body cry. A scream of pain In the empty solis of my mind. And be it so That as my weary mind does grow Show upon them that I am I am I am not afraid. Up from my bed My ghoulish corpse rises Condemned to be dead I walk amongst the soulless. Eternal life in a world full of misery My beauty, my soul She took me in whole Swallowed my mind I was blinded to see This beauty she held A seductive power over me. Soon to be dead I follow my soul Death, my mistress, I give you my body in whole. My life is taken from these limbs Red ribbons of blood Decorate me for all to see And in this time I ask for her As I close my eyes, Death, come take me.
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