Reveal my bare skin to the world. Let them see my true reflection. So they can uncover this torture, this pain, this feeling that I’ve been neglecting. I rest my hands only for a little while, just to let the tension inside build, and now my mind is bursting like a chaotic oil spill. Not only because of you, my love, my glass shaped heart has hit the ground. On concrete pavement it lies there shattered as everyone stands around. Don’t touch her!! Don’t try to fix her!! Leave her shattered on the floor. Walk past her, snare at her, watch as she rots upon the floor. Let her rest, and close her eyes, here lies the broken heart of the corpse bride. Drain her blood, for what’s its worth.
She puts upon you a silent curse. Inform a lawyer; an angelic nurse?
Bury her deep within the ground, with a thorn made crown
So let me ask you my love, are you happy now?
Does a supercilious smile spread across your face for it’s her body that you’ve found?
Reveal my bare skin to the world. Let them see my true reflection.
Imprinted on her grave stone, carved with the hands of deception
Humanity! Oh Sovereignty! Bless this broken child
The monstrosities of nature spread your wings and make her fly; the words of the wicked flesh will have to cry
Take her soul up unto the stars, where she’ll rest within her maker
She’ll open her eyes, her soul replies, “curse them, my creator”
Reveal my bare skin to the world. Let them see my true reflection.
This world filled with remedies of cynical “misconceptions”
Copyright 2009
Brewster, Nefeteria
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