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       [ False Confessions from a Fallen Angel ] [ By Laura Aurora ]


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False Confessions from a Fallen Angel
by Laura Aurora


Disobaying toughe

What can I do
when I lost my sense of time
Where can I go
when I'm fallen through the ground
Where can I hide
when my secret place has been discovered
How can I tell you
when my words are empty?


The opening night

He raped me over the props
I stared at a big mushroom with dots
I was on soon; my dress was a mess
My make up was smeared
And you could tell I had cried.

The play was funny, not supposed to be though
I had the leading part
A princess or so, with a prince or duke
I knew all my lines perfectly
And all the other girls envied me

It was raining a lot that night
I couldn't find my car keys
I must have dropped them
Maybe they're next to the mushroom now
Or maybe the fake tree or stone

I walked home in the rain
I didn't bother to change my clothes
The night was ruined anyway
The lines were forgotten, the crowd had whispered
Things I was supposed to know

Shakespeare is no picnic when
You are broken inside
Or your dress has white stains of someone else,
Your thighs hurt from being pushed to the sides
And the hickey on your breast burns

The girl I stayed with wasn't home that night
I stood in the shower for quite some time
Just for thinking about stuff, one, two, three
Now what can I be?
My career as an actress is over

It was probably my fault
That be the cutest guy ever raped me
Among the props when I had the part as Ofelia
And my dress right then was green and pink
The mushroom must have been laughing at me

He just had to do it on my opening night
Couldn't wait a day or so to not resist me
Or show his power or whatever
It pisses me off anyway
I can't play that part anymore now
I hate that mushroom


Return of the lost maiden

Returned from my trip ago
just a few minutes ago
My suitcase is still filled
I'm wearing dirty clothes
and I smell

Here I am again
Not quite as before
I didn't go where I was supposed to
Didn't bring the things I needed

I needed you
I needed to get away from you
But here I am again
Fighting to get loose
Yes, here I am again
Just the same as before


Darkness

Don't be afraid of the dark
the light's just resting
For we cannot see the stars
unless the darkness the surroundings is possesing



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