Biography of Christine Woodrich
My name is Christine. I'm 16 and I'm from Tucson, Arizona. When I'm not writing, I'm usually reading, listening to music (metal, bitches) , getting high, or babysitting my sisters or brother. I love the occult. I study various aspects of it including Tarot, Palmistry, Voodoo, Satanism, Witchcraft, etc. I do not consider myself Gothic (I'm metal) , but I absolutely love Gothic culture, and a lot of my poetry reflects that.
Christine Woodrich Poems
This is you... You're causing me to bleed. And you have no apologies For whom you inflict fear into.
Death In A Bottle
You all are the same. Thinking you must be right. But I refuse to let us Go down and not fight.
Object Of Lust
Pull my hair. Bite my neck. Claw my back. Make me a wreck. Start out fast and don't slow down And when I come you'd better drown.
You think she's too skinny But she doesn't see that. When she looks in the mirror All she see's is fat.
White Picket Fences And A Neighborhood O...
Please take this shit away Because I can't stand what I'm feeling. Insanity got the best of me And I have no means of dealing.
When it all comes down to it You still don't know me. I'm leaving you now Ever so slowly.
Poor girl Fragile heart decrepit. But his morals Remain unaffected.
Lost In My Ways
Tears burn in my eyes As I think about all I've done To contribute to the decay. Today I just don't feel the same.
This Is My Blood
This is my blood. The blood of my veins. The blood that will show you All of my pain.
Pleasure fused with pain. Bleed to turn me on. I'll die here once again With your fangs in my heart.
Drowning in my addiction. Sedated by my faults. The pain still won't escape me. I'm trapped by these four walls.
Lost In My Ways
Tears burn in my eyes
As I think about all I've done
To contribute to the decay.
Today I just don't feel the same.
I'm switching my emotions
On the turn of a dime.
Nothing is sacred
In the confines of these walls.