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Sometimes I'ma Smartass when being Sincere



There she is, six feet under, flesh turning to worms
Her eyes glazed from the nothing she stares at all day.
Shes been nailed in, shoved under so deep.
Shes nothing but maggot food.
She can barely remember she has a past,
a personality, or anyone who ever loved her.
But even so, you can see her battered arm,
dirt under her broken fingernails,
trying to claw her way out of that grave.
And shes hungry. Hungry for her stolen life.
But that zombie grrl
Shes got bruises and scars.
Her history is written all over her flesh.
You can see the chunks taken out of her.
At times you can see right down to exposed bone.
See that shuffle? How her left leg drags just a bit.
And her hair is a wreck. Shes no fashion plate
hell, shes dead to fashion.
Shes wearing whatever they buried her in.
And theres always mascara caked under her eyes,
as though she cried herself to sleep in her coffin.
Theres no saving her. Thats what they all say.
Shes a goner. No way out.
No escape from the locked limbs, the vacancy under the lids,therell be no Sleeping Beauty wake-up kiss.
But I dont want to believe it.
I want to cover those cracked lips with mine,
to breathe the kiss of life into those collapsed lungs.
want that zombie grrl to wake up, come back to life.But not before she does some serious damage.



I'm stopping everything.
Making fun of myself.
Drinking lipstick, tipping bookshelves.
Ripping up words that I thought were important
- maybe that'll blow the window open.Everything I say is a stupid lie
I won't tell the truth even when I die
I'll pick myself to piece 'til the end of time
Then I'll glue them back together
In a stupid rhyme.Teach me something, rip out my hair, Send me flying through the air.
Do something. Why don't you...
Fuhk it, do something!
I'M SO BORED I SLEEP!Just Remember When You Think Youre Free...The Crack Inside Your Fuhkin Heart Is ME
Jimmy Tha Zombie,
My friend til tha end <3~Words that go unspoken, You know what's in my heart~.Ya Call Me a Bytch Like it's a Bad Thing. It's Miss Bytch!x. Stars & Skulls & Fake Smiles .x"Truth Is, I Really Don't Like You.". Blood on her skin, drippin' with sin.. Do it again .