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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Broken Angel

Broken Angel
motionless and cold
I lie here in front of youskin, once pale and smooth
now discolored and rough
a leather for you to sharpen your blade on
up and down, feel the stingturn the razor,
broken wingback and forth, make it burn
making your own designeach time I can take more
dig it deeper, watch blood crawl
little girl, broken angel
FALL FALL FALL
down my sides, bloody tears
watch me tremble, add the years
leave me as nothing, pick me up
wash me off, can't erase the stain
little girl, broken angel
nothing but pain

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