broken and battered
splattered and tattered
soul in shards, played the wrong cards
shown in the form of razorblade scars.
vodka and beer
make-up to hide her
'cause there's a monster inside her.
her eyes are blank
she's got love to thank
like a marionette, smokes another cigarette
gambled her life on the riskiest bet
finding love in all the wrong places
same situations, different faces
never the same since her daddy left her
too bad he never told her she deserved much better
left for dead bleeding on the streets
whatcha gonna do when the ends never meet?
screwed up once and there's more to follow
a tragic fate that's hard to swallow.
no one ever seems to look her way
every time they do they turn away
shunned by everyone she thought she knew
ace of spades, that's your cue
screaming not dreaming
hard to find meaning
giving up and stopped believing
the hope she lost wasn't worth retrieving.
all that's left is that back alley hangout
seeing drugs as the fun way out
forget everything her parents taught her
when it seems like the only way to make her feel better
found a boy and believed he was the one
but he took her heart and was on the run
she tried praying but God was never there
slashed up her walls screaming how it wasn't fair.
came home to her whore of a mother
saw that man and knew he was just another
killed her that night on the kitchen floor
'cause she abused her role and could take no more
faded remainders of sweet reminisce
looked up to find nothing but emptiness
tried to pull herself back together
crushed under pressure, forced to start over
leaving no trace
she lost the race, dead in last place
shame like the blood on her pillowcase.
staring up at the starless sky
thinks about now and starts to cry
they all smoke for fun but she smokes to die
the last thing she wants is another lie.
aching and quaking
shaking and breaking
thrown in the dust, no one to trust
wondering why it's so unjust.
sniffing cocaine, just couldnt refrain
the powder that makes her go insane
feels so good, zero pain
driving fast on the wrong lane.
colours flying, brain cells dying
vision blurred and voices lying
maniac laughter and let go of the wheel
invites Death to take her, that was the deal.
screaming in the backseat
wishing she could repeat
but nothing's gonna turn back
keep speeding off track.
cops bust in and raid her home
saw her sitting there alone
floor littered with antidepressants
shattered bongs, no convalescence
all alone and now she's pleading
trying to stop the internal bleeding
she calls someone without a name
but now there's no one else to blame.
- by mystic akari |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/25/2009 |
- Title: Vodka and Beer, Eyeliner Tears
- Artist: mystic akari
So, I don't rhyme often. This is one of my only times attempting this, and I think it turned out pretty okay. Ignore the verse order, I haven't thought about that much, but yeahh...
I figured if I used rhyming in a depressing poem, it'd give it some sort of eerie, insane feeling.
The title is just a line in the poem, couldn't think of anything else.
Yes, no punctuation (:
- Date: 09/25/2009
- Tags: vodka beer eyeliner tears
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- queen siva - 05/29/2010
- wow what a lovely poem...5/5 by far. this is one of my favorites on gaia!
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