Dead Girl Walking (Orange Flavoured Pills)A Poem by Karina LongoLyrical poems. About vice and emptiness.Give me those pills Blessed orange flavoured pills So it can feel Easier to breath
The world is a tiny Tiny creepy broken toy And I am just the pieces Of what have been destroyed
Leave me alone ‘Cos people don’t make me feel Anything that I could possibly feel People, oh, they make me feel sick They’re a perfect mix of The seven deadly sins and
I’m the dead girl walking Through your hypocrite dreams at night I am the despair and I am all the laughs You laughed when you were meant to cry The dead girl walking through These cold empty streets I’m a sad unknown song A soul with no needs
‘Cos I’m dead now As the world falls apart I feel dead now While the kids play in the merry-go-round They smile but they don’t know why I cry and I don’t know why
Just give me some Orange flavoured pills So I can feel it A little easier to breath While I’m still here © 2011 Karina LongoAuthor's Note
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Added on March 11, 2011Last Updated on March 11, 2011 AuthorKarina LongoFurther Away, SomewhereAboutMore about me: Music I like: Manic Street Preachers. Depeche Mode. Chris Cornell. Soundgarden. Smashing Pumpkins. Suede. Pulp. Oasis. The Clash. Tears for Fears. Stereophonics. John Lennon. Da.. more..Writing
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