I’m nothing more than what they’ve made of me
So I stand naked in the mist of the crowd
A living breathing painted statue
Here for your viewing pleasure and sensual amusement
Lying still as you penetrate
I breathe out a throaty moan
Our eyes never meet
My body’s broken
Suffering from overuse and
Malnourishment
My soul despairs
I’m light turned to darkness
Numb
My body lies for me
As we go about this business
Pseudo love
Priced high enough to feed starving children
But we are all starved for something in one way
Touch
Bleeding on the inside
Filling up the holes
I’m purchased for hours
My body is my greatest tool
And I’m nothing more than what they’ve made of me
Numb… Broken…Bleeding
Statue















Comments
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~Our mind is the most powerful and effective, yet dangerous, tool we can posses. It can be our best friend and our worst enemy~
Annony
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Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live."
-Dorothy Parker
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Anon needs to get over itself.
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Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live."
-Dorothy Parker
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Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are half-wits. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our pictures for a few francs
- Manifeste cannibale dada
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Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live."
-Dorothy Parker
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Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are half-wits. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our pictures for a few francs
- Manifeste cannibale dada
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Anon needs to get over itself.
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