It's Real

It's Real

A Poem by The Devil's Own B***h
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A comipilation of lines from John Lennon, HIM and My Chemical Romance (as well as a few extra words thrown in)

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Look at me,

New York City,

And bury me deep inside your heart.

A wicked game to the end,

Dark light loves you like I do.

Cyanide sun,

House of wolves,

Whatever gets you through the night.

Give me something -

A revolution perhaps…

Power to the People.

 

How do you sleep

With a soul on fire,

With Venus in your blood?

In my life

I hold on for you,

One last time.

Will you give me

Drowning lessons

On Cemetery Drive?

 

Out the blue,

Over skylines and turnstiles,

There’s a resurrection of Love.

On Sunday, bloody Sunday,

Is the sacrament

Of Venus Doom.

Bless you, Woman -

Nobody told me

You’d join me in Death.

 

Death is in love with us

So don't close your heart,

Just play dead -

The vampires will never hurt you.

In the end

This is how I disappear.

Remember

The luck of the Irish -

Our #9 dream -

The hard times are over.

Wont you grow old with me?

 

We’re sleepwalking past Hope

Creating a circle of fear

You know what they do to guys like us in prison -

I don't wanna face it!

Oh, my Love,

Disenchanted, you are here.

We’re watching the wheels,

Sharing a razorblade kiss.

 

In Attica State,

I twist and shout,

Trying to break free of the

Steel and glass.

Through this fortress of tears

I see the ghost of you, Mother,

Walking down Dead Lover's Lane.

 

Vampire hearts bleed

With early sunsets over Monroeville.

You are the one, Mama,

So give me some truth.

Oh, our diabolical rapture

As we watch The Heartless

Come together

On the old dirt road.

 

Helena,

Please don't let it go,

Give Peace a chance.

John Sinclair,

Don't let me down.

In the night-side of Eden,

The blood’s gone with the sin.

 

I don't love you -

This is Love's requiem.

Romance?

How if nobody loves you

When you’re down and out?

The ballad of John and Yoko

Lies right here in my arms.

 

The face of God,

Teenagers,

Is close to the flame.

Angela,

Our Lady of Sorrows,

Your sweet kiss, kiss, kiss,

Is on borrowed time.

 

Oh, Jealous Guy

Don’t be scared of yesterday -

It’s not a fashion statement,

It’s a Death wish.

I’m not gonna lose you tonight

Here on Passion's killing floor.

 

Stand by me as I

Put them in the cage

And hang 'em high.

It's so hard being

In love and lonely,

So I’m stepping out.

 

And Love said “No,

Poison Girl,

Now go to sleep.”

“But,” I argued “every man

Has a woman who loves him!”

 

Beautiful Boy,

Don't fear The Reaper -

We’re as tight as blood relations

Hiding under the rose.

Darling Boy, I never told you what I do for a living.

 

Behind the crimson door,

Woman is the N****r of the World -

Better off dead!

In real love,

There is heartache every moment.

 

We are all water,

And so we bleed well.

The Working Class Hero

Is going down on Love.

Yes, it's real…

 

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel27June2008

 

© 2008 The Devil's Own B***h


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The Devil's Own B***h
The Devil's Own B***h

Roodepoort, South Africa



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My name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..

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