Yeah, your Demon Nikki has returned,
And no, I haven't changed at all.
I'm still the same old whistle and tune,
Still the tears and the blood on the floor,
Except now everybody has walked out the door.
I left for quite a while, as my heart was tore,
As my life fell through the crack,
As I had to sew myself back together,
But I'm back, and scarred, and as beautiful,
As your crimson black Frankenstein.
But for you, I hold all new lines,
All new people in my life, and all new rhymes.
Been a while since I have written to you,
I'm sure I haven't been missed; I won't miss you, too.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2011
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