Pleated Skirts

I’m feeling deep right now

My lungs can’t breathe right now

All these platitudes drowning my voice and my ambitions

Destroying my mind’s friendly disposition

So I stand languidly, wondering what it is you have in for me

How do you wanna punish me

Blissfully or thoroughly?

I hope I’m like that little girl

With my own Bill to Kill

My parents aren’t dead but you made my heart and mind ill

So I’ll entice you, you so disgustingly perverse

Wait till I can stick this knife in you

And watch the lovely air run through and leave you

Oh dementor, can’t you hear?

It’s you that should be scared.

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