I am a suicide bomber,
I blow myself up in order to go on.
I'm even more dangerous when I'm sober
especially when I'm all alone.

I'm another girly apparition,
a totally dismembered fashion doll.
A mix of reality and fiction
with not a purpose nor a goal.

I am a bottle of tequila,
which I drink until my throat is sore.
I am the scent of vanilla
spreading across the bathroom floor.

I am a pencil which never stops sketching
the picture of a late dawn.
lips that will never stop streching,
skin and bone.

I am a bit psychotic,
but don't we all have an issue or two.
the blood in these gashes is so hypnotic
and there are so few things to do.

I am quite the blabber,
but only when I'm about to commit some sin.
A straight no to sex without a rubber,
You see I come from a very puritanic kin.

I am one hundred of frilly dresses,
which I try hard not to wear.
ribbons,bows and black laces
which always make people stare.

I am a dominatrix
whips,chains and leather included.
Some girls got a bone for fetish
even if they end up wounded.

I am impossibillity
like a locked but open door.
Still left in me some morallity.
just like a virgin whore.

I am a deadly ride,
happening in my head.
The guilt of all the pain I hide
encourages me to join the dead.

But mosty of all,
the only thing I can tell
is that I won't fall
'cause im a living hell.