[Meggie moo moo]

Hey guys, if this is in any way lame or pathetic or amateur... please notify me of it's incompetence and I will neglect my poetic justice and find freedom of expression in some other form of art. Thanks for your co-operation.


The Last Diary Entry of a Delusional Princess~

In the morning hours I huddle in my cocoon shell of black. Drawing into me enchanted words of death.
Love's demise.
My life I've seen through sunken eyes.
Chant my slurs of profanity, heard but misinterpereted. A dying rose with thorns, I dwindle and wither, unnoticed.
Serenity factor corroded.
Off my faded hopes and dreams and the padded walls of my mind I ricochet.
Unloaded.
Stopped to warm at a providence burning. Found it to be overrated. Overjudged. Unwelcome. So I gladly step outside and practise a lifestyle morbidly gracious.
terminology precocious.
My trust in society never too cautious.
Find myself once again in my very own peace place. I walk among The purple trees and smell the sweet 'English Summer Rain*'.
And I never want to come back again.


*Placebo's song--English Summer Rain

[Meggie moo moo]

We patrol these nameless wastelands,
You seem to be hanging on to the edge of nowhere,
Whereas I am somewhere out in the middle.

These burnt out parched grounds are abundant.
I burn, I pine for mystic greens,
And your hand in my solitary walk on this forgotten eutopia.

The hissing breeze blows coarse sand into my face.
I fall to my knees as the sandy grains of pestilence penetrate,
My last dying wish was that you were not so far away.

[Meggie moo moo]

My vow to you holds it's strength against all the opposed forces of this world.
I will keep my faith even as Satan's citadel is beckoning me, obstructing my view.
But see now, as I walk straight through,
The ancient tower of cursed rock crumbles into unknown depths.
I destroy his domineerance with use of you.
For he melts into a subdued pool of nothingness when love is found in you and not in himself.
The Chaffuer of misadvised loons.
You are a patron of love.
And for that, we love you.

[Meggie moo moo]

Death stalks behind these iron doors.
Through the grill I see...dark?
The world is around me.
Yet it ends in there.
It stops time in this rusted fortress.
It let's no captive out.
I peer through the gaping hole.
In the diluted light I see...
Malice! Dare I raise this bar?
God moans when the Gate of Hell is opened.
Death does stalk behind these iron doors.

[Meggie moo moo]

It's a leech that writhes 'neath my bare naked skin. It's bacterial soldiers a seven nation army that will prevail over the leucocytes of my temple. My shrine. Bit by bit, the walls of my disintegrating self fall in. My heart smelted into a bubbling cesspool of lament. In a hushed sigh, my inner light burns out. I am left with a memoir of past time embedded in my soul. An aromatic puddle of liquid matter is all that is left of me, absorbing into the ground.
No seeds will ever grow here again.
My corrupt spirit thrives in this dusty terrain, stained with inept forces.
One fine day, along comes a stereotype of myself, wandering on to my sacred where my remains haunt this bewitched estate of bane. Stuck in a spiritual rut, one's conscience falters, and once again, this crowded world of impotence attains another to add to it's vast list of perished ones.
This woeful land is an arena of detest-packed full of brutes and monsters such as one's self. Whoever walks this land is dancing upon a minefield. And rarely is one ever saved from such a place.
But, I, long gone, trapped inside this vicinity where nightmares are created, are dug up by a brave missionary and lifted into a new world. One I only knew of as a myth, for it had been an eternity since I had been in this zone. Was I ever there?
Now, reality comes to me, I rejoice, the higher authority came back to get me when it seemed I had lost all definition of a Human Being, thus making me the inconceivable swine manipulating brain stems of innocent kinsmen.
And the dire world of Ludicrous became inclined to hope; for where my pungeant stench was lifted from the ground, grew a lonely flower.

[Meggie moo moo]

An incessant freak, once again I am drawn into Death's arms. Will my wounds never heal? Have I almost reached final redemption to have it once again incarcerated behind a black ivy shade? I am repulsed, disgraced in my hypothetical fall from glory; i tumble into my warm abode I once Inhabited--to again live that life that had me damned. Yet, in my selfless act I find that I still have faith. Is it possible to have God and Death as well at the same time?

[Meggie moo moo]

The life seeps from my wrists-
A crimson river of unheeded pleas.
Society does not condole an outcast.
In scarlet flashes of indignation,
The world then filters grey.
Nearing a black solemn promise of better times.
In this connotating feat, I hope to acheive-
Acknowledgement of apathetic tendencies so dispicable.
Make them drink from the gushing maroon glen.
And to see them cringe-
Wish to redeem former ruthless ways,
Comes to me as the greatest gift swimming downstream the Red River Wild.