Bloodless

01:52

I've been painted black

Look at me, dancing in the dark,

I've been the creaks at night

Look at me, question mark.

Holly New

Ok, ok I like the esoteric, but I can't remember being this dark. I'm craving whiter than white skin, reading malicious things, feeling melancholy, want nothing more than a sunny day however, to go out and wear my very best vintage that have been abandoned since college. Please, call me wednesday addams, and i'd take it as a compliment. Shes a dark haired, pale, grim looking girl with a dry sense of humour, I think her character pretty much somes me up completely.

'Child of woe is wane and delicate...sensitive and on the quiet side, she loves the picnics and outings to the underground caverns...a solemn child, prim in dress, and on the whole, pretty lost...secretive and imaginative, poetic....'

Check out these beautiful ladies :

http://www.wednesdaymourning.com/

http://www.diamandagalas.com/

www.victorianweb.org/authors/crossetti/gobmarket.html

http://www.liisaladouceur.com/

http://www.houseofpomegranates.com/

Trouble

Never felt so sedated, i'm in trouble again

i'm in trouble again, but blame it on my brain,

I'm done with the waiting, the call

I'm imagining swimming in the sea, front crawl.

Theres alot I could say I don't own

and alot of chances that I have blown,

I wish I counted the freckles, and was better at math,

but I don't let these get the better of my wrath.

I'm mindless, clueless, staring trouble in the face

But all I really see is a canvas blanked space

I'm never on focus, I feel tranquilized

I'm jumbling, i'm in trouble, realized.

Holly New

Adonis

Still no Adonis come for me

enero, febrero, marzo, abril,

My desire for you is inevitable

against my will.

I lock myself up to anyone that may

want a taste

The diagram of true love is all too haste.

And I cannot wait, I need to seize

Prayed to Artemis on my kness

But I still ask how much time is left

and the flames dance in tune with my breath.

'Its the end, its been over for so long'

I hear, I heard, the good days are gone.

So I amuse myself in the mountains of my mind

Where memories live on and never die

Tete a tete, head to head, lift an arm, lift a leg

Am I still me? Junio, Julio, Agosto

Hardly noticing where the time goes.

But in years to come on a sabbath day

will you lie back and remember my name?

This is just the begining of our lives

I need more honey to realise,

What am I accused of? Apart from a fool

I am, I will forget about you

Septiembre, Octubre, Noviembre, Diciembre

But still

The diagram of true love is designed to kill.

Holly New

hanger

Grease myself, pray for whiter skin

Rest until tommorow,which never begins

Tired of pressing buttons,tired of fabric grins

Why am I never tired when it comes to confess sins?

Lust over luscious style, and for natural splendor

Spend all my paper and coins on things I won't remember

Tired of fallacy, tired of cliche' cliff hangers...

Holly New

nem

Fall backwards and they'll

Never catch you,

Look as white as snow,

Soak your heart in red wine,

But your work will never show.

Colour your cranberry eyes in,

Bath in your wasted lust,

Theres no point denying it

They don't give a fuck.

BB

Brainless and boring

Straining while snoring

I eat, I eat, I eat and I eat

Give me elysium, something sweet

I'm listless and clouded

Alone, but still crowded

Still circling round the same old roads

I'm be gone from here, when, who knows

Why can't move?

Move, I can't, why?

Drained ambition surrounded by these minds

brainless and boring

Holly New

Metamorphosis

I remember my roots

I forget the feathers that fall from my wings

I watch the crow's eat

and the bluebirds cry and sing.

I don't know how to help

because I can't speak the words

Still I want you to know

that everything that hurts me

hurts me inwards.

And you put on your brave face

but I see your wrapping curling

Your not falling down, mother

Your hurling.

I remember my roots

I forget what I see

you say theres a devil in my reflection

but its you, its not me

Holly New

Rising sun

Will this be a cataclymic change?

Will bitter waters drown my eyes?

Or should I just plunge in again,

femme fatale?

No one hear to answer

So a stream of unconcious tremours

Crack, try to crack through

But I won't know if they don't effect you.

In a world of riot, I could have

loved you enough to give you all my limbs

but your deception made my silver skies

a sanguine stained view so grim

How could I have not known by your breath

that a dragons bloodline you are still left.

My mind murdered and more

my heart, still beating, i'm unsure.

Need someone new to show me some fun

someone to lead me to the land of the rising sun

Holly New

I cannot love

I am rubescent

But don't hold it against me

Sanguine lips, masochist?

waiting, for more than this

Enduring, this longueur, waiting

my heart is full of hysteria

I cannot love

Its the fearfulness of loss

is it?

leading me to the dark side

the nemesis is the old nick

the devil came and made me darkle utilzed every drop, so

I cannot love

Maybe i'm defeated

their hissing through walls

I know i've been bewildered

If my eyes ever bat at all

but don't hold it against me

I cannot love

Holly New