Moira
Let's ride tonight.
It's been so long and we're both so dead.
Our corpses interwine.
You remind me of the person I wished
The person I used to be
Wanted to be.
I've moved on from that last bit of life -
Satine is dead.
I cut the red hair from her head
And hung her up to dry.
Such a pretty corpse;
No wonder she had to die.
Little Love grew up;
Got herself a massive pair of tits
And dressed in drag.
This is the best I've ever been, baby
Dark and lustrous and in the wind
We're the best we've ever been, baby.
The best we've ever been.
And that's without your help
The razorblade behind your window pane
Those horrible dark brown stains
That used to graze me
Are all but gone.
This is the best thing I've ever written, baby.
Don't you wish you wrote like I did?
This is the way you wish your voice sounded.
I'm everything you ever wanted.
And could never have.
Guess what I am, baby?
Guess what I am.
I'm alive.
Are you running yet?
Oh Lordy, I'm alive and well.
By MercenaryAngel
© 2008 MercenaryAngel
(All rights reserved)
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