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Storybook Face † Renée Morris



1. See the girl with the Storybook Face - See her smile so sweetly...

Someone who is pretty as she must go through life very neatly.

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See the eyes and the lips that smile... And the hair that shines so softly.

Does she find them attributes or does she find then costly

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See the girl with the Storybook Face... then look a little more deeply...

When she thinks that nobody sees the smile fades completely.

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Do you think that she looks that way.... when you look a way for a reason

Is there something dark inside or is it just from dreaming

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See the girl with the face... What’s her place?

Does she have what it takes to survive?

Some folks say that beauty is good ... Others are sure it lies...

And does the girl with the Storybook Face have a storybook life?



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Tell me - I need to know

Shake it out of your system

Do you remember?

Tamborine men dancing

In a pool of blood

Dirty little secrets blow

You've got a beating embreo

Laughing as hard as could

Whore spitfire coming

Again and again and again

Begging on her knees

For that sugarcane;

Sing sweet nightengales

The spider holds you dearly

A most precious of kills.

Author Category: Sadness of seeing last breathe

A sudden swelling of the heart in crazy madness

The shadows!

Leaning against the poorness of a birtch tree

Filthering gracefully through the arrows of the dead

Muscles dangling down, eyes falling out; lashes and brows cindered through the flesh

A heart disintigrating within the blade of corruption

Impaling the shorts of deceptive little cupid

The death of a broken heart, split beneithe a halo.

Hallow eyes of the creature that lurks inside of me

Begging to be released from the torment and twisted menajory of emotions

Battling against one another to be on top

Crimson seeping from velvet lashes quickening with salt and insanity

Gutting myself to let the beast in me out

Dead-minded and dancing while walking across the bridge of boarderlined masks

Standing in the rain beneith the streetlights of full moons

Digging out the nerves in my arms to fix my guitar

Barbarically stabalizing the distance between reality and insanity

Becoming the Queen of Corpses; sleeping loudly in thier bunkbeds

Thrashing in stars and ritual incantations of the rules.

Dark wooded forest sheltering carniverous, destructive cotting beasts of death

Limb of limb, sound of sound-living off the wealth

Of wordless speaches to the tried marks in mud

Dead bones speaking loudly - screaming out as voices curdled

Graphling up the spine, tricking demons down a pissfall

Staked through the quaintest of sporting marks

Glowing orange in the moons light

Parting the flesh between the fangs of talanted sentinals

Standing guard of the ghosts enhabiting these woods of the Goddess

Slithering between the shadows of conquored loafs sleeping beneithe us

Come as duty calls

To the sentinals of the tree's Ole`.