Dora Egan, 1 kwietnia 2012
Stay with me, my darling youth
And lay thy hands upon my chest.
Feel my heartbeat, my porcelain doll.
Stay with me a little bit more.
Keep thy eyes sparkling like stars,
Those beautiful brown eyes.
And let thy hair be free and wild,
Like beast, like fire.
Move thy lips across my skin,
Don’t stop now, just don’t give in.
Blood, sweat, tears, denial,
It’s not enough, Don’t stop now.
Cut through my skin, break all my bones,
Rip my heart out, my porcelain doll.
Dora Egan, 1 kwietnia 2012
Meticulous footsteps in the dark,
approaching perilously, but rakishly,
forming perfect shapes in the stone cold concrete.
That is all I see, in this debauched agony, my love.
Macabre memories of Thee,
and Thy brazen attitude.
It is all I see, my love, my porcelain doll,
anticipating Thy arrival,
and hoping, hoping for more.
Dora Egan, 1 kwietnia 2012
The stone cold feeling
of betrayal and pain,
Thy worm body,
Sweet and pale,
Covered in infinite form
of dark red veil.
Long black cloud took over the sky
And the Moon lost her absolute might,
Leaving, in the dark,
Perfection that used to be mine.
And now, from Thy rotten body
Divine objects grow,
Breaking through the rotten flesh,
Leaving misery and cold.
Dora Egan, 1 kwietnia 2012
Save one breath for me,
don’t leave me alone in here!
Please don’t go without me!
Can you hear my screams?
Can you feel my pain?
I wish I was on your place,
Maybe then the fears would go away,
without a trace...
Just save one breath for me,
kiss me for the last time
and I’ll be by your side
for all the eternity.
Just save one breath for me…
Can you see me now?
Can you see what I’ve become?
Trapped inside my pain,
lost in all my shame.
There’s no chance to see
the way out of this…
Just save one breath for me
and take me with you.
Just let love you
the way I used to…
Dora Egan, 29 marca 2012
Love equals Death,
Is it the same?
Can we make Death out of Love?
Will it last after Life?
I used to love you,
But I don’t anymore.
I used to care,
Now, do I care at all?
You broke my heart,
You played with my mind,
That’s how you broke
Our Immortal Love.
Don’t you dare killing yourself!
Don’t you dare hurting yourself!
Live with that;
Live with Pain!
Love equals Death,
It’s not the same,
‘Cause Death is the way out,
The way out of living Hell!
I used to love you,
But I don’t anymore.
I used to care,
Now, I don’t care at all!
Dora Egan, 29 marca 2012
She took a razor from her bag
And led herself through the game.
She put the razor on her hand
And once again she slit her veins.
The river float down her hand,
Her veins were turning red.
She cut herself once more, again,
Relief she felt was great.
She couldn’t stop, no, not this day.
The razor blade fell from her hand,
Her tears were turning red.
She killed herself, she didn’t care,
She lost her love, again.
She died in tears, with happy face,
She closed her eyes at last.
Dora Egan, 29 marca 2012
Make a pond of my tears,
give me a solution for my fears!
Make my pain go away,
write the words I should say!
Make me cry,
make me pray,
Let me die,
on my way!
Make me cry,
make me pay
for my sins,
just go away!
Make a pond of my blood,
let me drown in the mud!
Just go away, I’ll decide
how I’ll die, will I cry,
will I beg for my life!
Just go away, I’ll decide!
Dora Egan, 29 marca 2012
Blood capsule around your neck,
undercut on your head,
everybody can see your f***ing scratched back,
it makes you proud,
it makes you powerful,
you think you look so beautiful…
You have a sick mind, Betty!
You have a twisted soul, Betty!
You have a black gothic heart,
and a fucking sick mind!
You’re afraid of the sun,
but your dark side won’t let you die.
You can do it all on your own,
in your heart there’s no sorrow.
Sex, drugs and alcohol,
gothic music, not rock and roll.
The Devil took your soul,
Betty, you’re so alone…
Dora Egan, 29 marca 2012
The other side of life,
The Agony, Flutter.
Concern, Apologies,
Words without Meaning,
Pictures without a Frame.
Excuses, Discomfort,
Hesitation, Failure.
And Pain.
Inexplicable Pain.
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