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My limp hand lying in your lap.
Rooms flash and the lines are hidden with many dashes.
Open my eyes and peel back my lids.
Its a brand new season.
So show me something we havent heard yet.
My heart sings this chorus alone.
You try to avoid me and destroy me.
These red roses reflect my thoughts of crimson.
The little xanax queen.
Nothing to show but bloody knuckles and a bloody brick wall.
You make me feel like *****.
The kind that comes from your mouth.
So I'll relax and choke on ajax.
Til these feelings leave my body...

Cold and shaded.
Your face has faded.
From all these pictures hanging by a mortal limb.
The line was drawn long and thin.
Much like your perfecting figure.
We never got that down pat.

Bloody xanax queen.
Save my heart from despair.
I need you in the dire hour.
You lift me up and make me beleive.
But this wave will fall and swollow me whole.
Like a knife down a trash disposal.
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Bloody Xanax Queen

Contributed by Mortis-Dark on Monday, 14th February 2005 @ 04:19:09 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I'll sing you something you wont forget.
My limp hand lying in your lap.
Rooms flash and the lines are hidden with many dashes.
Open my eyes and peel back my lids.
Its a brand new season.
So show me something we havent heard yet.
My heart sings this chorus alone.
You try to avoid me and destroy me.
These red roses reflect my thoughts of crimson.
The little xanax queen.
Nothing to show but bloody knuckles and a bloody brick wall.
You make me feel like *****.
The kind that comes from your mouth.
So I'll relax and choke on ajax.
Til these feelings leave my body...

Cold and shaded.
Your face has faded.
From all these pictures hanging by a mortal limb.
The line was drawn long and thin.
Much like your perfecting figure.
We never got that down pat.

Bloody xanax queen.
Save my heart from despair.
I need you in the dire hour.
You lift me up and make me beleive.
But this wave will fall and swollow me whole.
Like a knife down a trash disposal.
Its only an accident waiting to happen.

Copyright © Mortis-Dark ... [ 2005-02-14 16:19:09]
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Re: Bloody Xanax Queen (User Rating: 1 )
by ElevenToedSloth on Monday, 14th February 2005 @ 05:45:20 PM AEST
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Indeed, I enjoyed this. One of the best poems I've found on this site. Happy Valentines day.

Re: Bloody Xanax Queen (User Rating: 1 )
by MLCstar on Monday, 28th February 2005 @ 11:33:53 PM AEST
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I doubt that it is a coincidence that you posted this poem on Valentine's Day. No one should feel that way, and those who cause others to stoop so low deserve the very worst.

Re: Bloody Xanax Queen (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 11:26:20 PM AEST
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I thought this was awesome personally. I
thought it could've ended after the first stanza,
but you kept it going.

"These red roses reflect my thoughts of crimson.
The little xanax queen.
Nothing to show but bloody knuckles and a bloody brick wall."

Those three lines really stood out to me the
most. Awesome poem once again.

Bobo (Joel)

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