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poem_082_Envious_Me
O, here I am envious me
With what she calls a duty
I wish to be as pretty as she
To have that sense of beauty
I want her curves
I want her figure
Just stop my nerves
In which I am a disfigure
I want they’re looks
I want their style
I want their books
That teach them beguile
O, here I am envious me
How I wish to be as pretty as she
A beautiful Goth woman physique
The eyes that seduce even the blind
The type of arousing scent in mystique
Which can open even a one tracked mind
Instead of modern day Goths that deal with nothing
I want that aura that is both beauty and brute
To have as mine that voice which they sing
To hold both innocence that covers astute
Embodied with power of an independent soul
Having the body that any person would die for
Instead of my ugly exterior troll
Those humans are what I truly adore
What would I pay for a life such as this
What would I sacrifice to have a power as such
How would it feel to have everyone within my abyss
To experience great pain with just a small touch
Like the words I’ve heard from surrounding voices
Just to let them feel what they put me through
To show how it feels when they say their hurtful choices
To watch their lives rot and come into my accrue
Give them the misery which they cower and fear
Show them how easy there life could be mine
Watch them die more with each agonizing year
Show them the atrociousness of my divine malign
Why can’t I be that beautiful she
Instead of being this envious me
Inspired by: A few people in which I’ve watched
Dedicated to: No one
Created on: November 23, 2005
