Silent Vixen
I have traded in my broken wings,
Replaced them with these shiny horns,
Knocked my dusty halo to the ground.
Lost my love so what's the good in me?
Still crying these tears over you.
They have become acid killing everything in it's path.
Took and washed away every scent of fear in me.
Replaced it by utter chaos.
I am the cause of everything evil.
No more weak and timid,
The suffrage has not broken me.
Just influenced me to be stronger.
Moving on is a disastrous path,
Yet one I will take with full vigor.
No longer will I be carefree.
My indecisiveness has led me here.
Traded my white robe,
For this black leather.
It has became my shroud.
No longer cooperating by your rules.
I have took a stand and make my own.
My twisted and abused life,
I wear with an evil smile.
Romancing with my pain.
No longer afraid of the chance,
That I may die today.
No longer thinking of the we,
That died when you said goodbye.
All my mysteries haven't been revealed.
Seemingly innocent,
Yet you have no clue.
Come give me your lips,
Let me dine on their decadence.
I'll be your vixen,
I'll take your pain,
Always I have played the part,
Afraid this is what I would become.
Yet I love the freedom.
I've busted free from my chains.
Little Miss. Sweet and Innocent,
Has taken her last breath.
She suffocated on all your overlooked chances.
You were my cyanide,
When you left,
I died, picked my pieces up off the floor.
Super glued and taped my hearts content.
Go ahead and use my love against me,
Put yourself in my body like you like it.
I will think of exploring your weaknesses,
Just as you have done mine.
I have rage running through my veins,
A hunger for vengeance,
Yet I could never do that to you.
I'd sacrifice myself first,
Yet I couldn't go on being nice,
When I just get trampled on.
I will no longer be a doormat,
For the people I love.
Didn't shed a tear for me,
Just went on with life.
I cut myself over you for the last time.
The self-inflicted pain doesn't control,
The agony of you leaving.
Down and out,
I have ripped by broken wings from my shoulders,
Bleeding with flesh torn,
I sewed the tender flesh,
With a thorn of love and a thread of self hate.
The horns replaced the halo,
Because I couldn't do anything but hate,
Hate not you but me,
No one cares about me,
Of who I used to be.
I rapidly changed into a vixen.
SOmeone who loves to play,
Yet will never loser her heart again.
Copyright © Clara Mcbride | Year Posted 2009
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