Bloodless skin of pasty white.
Glowing like a ghoast in the moonlight.
Venomous fate by mortal men,
Keep me away. Always running,
Malicious attacks from the living.
Saying I am a lifeless being.
So, I hunt them down like animals,
And slit your through as sacrifice.
"Join my army of the damned," I'll invite.
"Or die a slow and painful death."
"For I hold your future in my teeth."
"Eternal life or death of the damned?"
-Roxxy Suicide
You can't classify me.
You can't label me on a list.
Or tie me up and put me in your pretty blcak box.
I'm original.
You have never seen anything like me before.
I broke the mold.
I am a new creation.
You can't place me in a group.
I don't belong.
I am an individual.
I set the trend.
I don't fit in with your pretty misconceptions.
I don't follow your rules,
Instead I break them.
I am my own person.
I am not your typical teen.
Stereotype someone else.
-Lindsay Ray
Cradling a loaded gun
is like cradling a man
Sleek, smooth
to run
desperate hands over
Built strong and solid
as impenetrable as steel
An element of risk
constantly hovers
I'd rather cradle a gun
than a man
At least a loaded gun
won't give you aids
won't get you pregnant
won't walk away
I'd rather cradle a loaded gun
than a man
-Amatullah Bahria
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