Current Residence: New York|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XS, S
Personal Quote: fu.CK off
A GOOD DAYA GOOD DAYA GOOD DAY by Pheonixaelle
It is to try and try and laugh and cry!
She never acclimated though attempts were made.
Action, thought and feeling alike were dry
Contradictions complete. Impulsive trade
Emotion fleeting, once silly then next
Angry antagonism soon regrettable reasons.
On moved life in sad remorse. Vexed
Were days and weeks and months and seasons
And years. Long augmented annuals.
Time passed vanquishing self-sadistic struggles. Forever
On doubt the beasts did plague and feast. Thus manuals
Of choice from bad to worse did shape. So clever
Set mangled mirrors reflected humiliated scene
My eyes, empty; My body of lacking beauty.
Perhaps, she swallowed, Need I gutting knifes keen
A freak they call me, grief endured. I say
It must I must be worthy somehow. Ghosts
And spirits-of-night her guests, also lost in time
Still, locked within her chest, albeit small dosed
Decaying mound of hope, withstanding grime.
She comes to her senses at chimes of son