Dead Girl Walking (Orange Flavoured Pills)

Lyrical poems. About vice and emptiness.

Give me those pills

Blessed orange flavoured pills

So it can feel

Easier to breath

 

The world is a tiny

Tiny creepy broken toy

And I am just the pieces

Of what have been destroyed

 

Leave me alone

‘Cos people don’t make me feel

Anything that I could possibly feel

People, oh, they make me feel sick

They’re a perfect mix of

The seven deadly sins and

 

I’m the dead girl walking

Through your hypocrite dreams at night

I am the despair and I am all the laughs

You laughed when you were meant to cry

The dead girl walking through

These cold empty streets

I’m a sad unknown song

A soul with no needs

 

‘Cos I’m dead now

As the world falls apart

I feel dead now

While the kids play in the merry-go-round

They smile but they don’t know why

I cry and I don’t know why

 

Just give me some

Orange flavoured pills

So I can feel it

A little easier to breath

While I’m still here

Author's Note

Lyrical poem about vice and emptiness.

Reviews

[Brook]

This is fantastic. I identify with it a lot, actually. Though I've stopped abusing my medications, this reminds me of that time of my life. And I'm still identify a lot with these lines...

I am the despair and I am all the laughs
You laughed when you were meant to cry

Maybe I just have a dark, twisty sense of humor, but a lot of the time my jokes end up making people feel uncomfortable because they're dark or morbid. I saw that reflected in those lines and thought that the lines themselves were very clever. It definitely paints a picture of someone dead, who has a very different view from the orthodox perspective on something grim. It's eerie, but thoroughly enjoyable from a reading standpoint. A++

[Patches I'm not so new..]

A sad yet lyrical lament the persona relizes that ashe is walking a deadly path but is insensitive to the destination and indifferent to the path taken on this road to oblivion a really intense song you have peened here.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Great work here. You force the reader to walk down those cold and lonely streets with you. The darkness of this poem is harsh and abrasive..but it worked perfectly. It causes your emotions to carry on to the reader without loosing any of the passion in your words. Excellent piece.