Tonight, I'm going to fall asleep with my makeup still on.
Again.
Tonight, I'm going to fall asleep in a city or a town or a somewhere that I have no idea where.
Again.
Tonight, my lips are dry and my eyes are scratchy, and I was cold and drank my fill to keep me warm.
Again.
And I thought about things.
Not long ago, I composed a letter of resignation in my head, a farewell to you and yours that have trampled me without even being aware.
You'll only love me once you've destroyed me.
Big Brother, maybe their eyes were watching god. Watching us. Maybe these are just the rants of a drunk girl that watches from the crowd, her whiskey blood trying to warm the sheets, maybe just the horror story romance notions.
Maybe I need more of my tribe.
I dedicate this all to you, Indigo de los Muertos, my rants and rambles, my screaming slurs. We may be few in numbers, but we are strong, even though we are not always proud. We will be the insidious laughter walking down the aisle, we will be your Ladies and Gentlemen of the Rocks. We will be your Belladonnas, your whores and your philosophers. We will be pretentious and aloof, we will be smart and silly. We wear our armor in our confessions that we whisper on silent streets.
Let's die on the cross, but not let any of them make us martyrs.
Again.
Tonight, I'm going to fall asleep in a city or a town or a somewhere that I have no idea where.
Again.
Tonight, my lips are dry and my eyes are scratchy, and I was cold and drank my fill to keep me warm.
Again.
And I thought about things.
Not long ago, I composed a letter of resignation in my head, a farewell to you and yours that have trampled me without even being aware.
You'll only love me once you've destroyed me.
Big Brother, maybe their eyes were watching god. Watching us. Maybe these are just the rants of a drunk girl that watches from the crowd, her whiskey blood trying to warm the sheets, maybe just the horror story romance notions.
Maybe I need more of my tribe.
I dedicate this all to you, Indigo de los Muertos, my rants and rambles, my screaming slurs. We may be few in numbers, but we are strong, even though we are not always proud. We will be the insidious laughter walking down the aisle, we will be your Ladies and Gentlemen of the Rocks. We will be your Belladonnas, your whores and your philosophers. We will be pretentious and aloof, we will be smart and silly. We wear our armor in our confessions that we whisper on silent streets.
Let's die on the cross, but not let any of them make us martyrs.
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the_angry_celt:
May the wiskey fill your cup till your fill has been had then let the morning come with a renewed self and a vision of a brighter day. I think you are beautiful, Fractle, and I don't think a woman as beautiful as you should should ever be given a reson to cry but if the day arises when you do, I hope you have good friends and lovers near by that will give you comfort and peace, and help to combat the shadows of your life.
kalischild:
I prefer the word 'fear' because 'dislike' doesn't really sum up their sheer awfulness.