Snow Blizzard Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Snow White; and he carved a hole right in my chest,
Snow White; and he shot a hole,
Shot right through this bulletproof vest
Snow White; and he locked my heart Inside
A heart-shaped chest
Snow White; and for a hundred years I'm cursed and laid to rest

Snow White; with a shaved head
Snow White; with tears of bloody red
Snow White; your lies, they were spoonfed,
Snow White; with ashes down my cheeks— 
I shock you when I rise from the dead

He hissed I was his twin
In that sexual voice, so sardonic
That sinister tone, and I want it
That dirty tone, so demonic
(That sinister tone and I want it)

Stockholm Girl
And I'm headed right for Danger—and for death
The Syndrome—he got me
And I don't have one fraction of 'me' left
I'm Snow White
And my prince abducted my ego
Headed towards psychopathy
Down this twisted path now we go

I'm Snow White
He's my prince, or hell; even my king
But I'm the Princess of Death
Walking toward the death wedding bells
As they ring-ring-ring!

Snow White
(Lay her to rest)
Snow White
(Dead like the rest)
Snow White
(We like her blood best)
Snow White
(She's a beautiful mess)

Snow White
(I bleed in this casket)
Snow White
(I hideaway in this basket)
Snow White
(This bin—made for the insane)
Snow White
(I lay me to rest, but it's all in vain)
Snow White
(A comatose place for this broken soul)
Snow White
(How long will she sleep? Nobody knows.)

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