Sunken, by Natalie Subscribe to rss feed for Natalie

Cotton candy,
Cotton wool,
Turning black,
Once its used.

"I hate my life"
"As do I"
"Let’s slit our wrists,
I would quite like to die."

Oh, I bet you do,
Jolly girl,
With black dread locks,
Matching pearls.

Heavy lipstick,
Heavy liner,
Any drag queen,
Could do no finer.

Black fishnets, 
Can you stay afloat?
Where is fishing rod?
Where is your boat?

There is none,
You'd rather drown,
Except you can't
When you're half way down.
Posted: 2007-02-21 08:54:43 UTC

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