WeepingxWillow Girl Poems

I am queen
of these haunted woods
I am dressed in black shreds
There's an angel
...

I feel distantly numb
The expression on my face is none
And as I reach my hand into the cold, red water
I lose contact with my spirit
...

As I polluted myself
I felt nothing...
A new entity had invaded my body
Whispers again inside my contorted head
...

When the thought strikes it does not leave
The brain is in a trance and you believe
Believe that you must
Believe in this lust
...