Nevermore
December 17th, 2011, 05:00 AM
Two little girls, one in the same,
one with the problems, the other a little vain.
Shattered and broken the little girl turned to porcelian, she had no idea where to begin,
a new life, an new her, a perfect body and a perfect soul.
Jealous of Ana, the perfectionist, who always knew what was best.
She ignored her, and pushed her away, she couldn't stand being second best.
For weeks she'd lie at night and pray, for God to take it all away.
She wanted to be perfect too, but she has no clue what to do.
Ana warmed her cold soul, and sympathsized with what she was going through.
She turned so frail, and so fragil, that one gust of cold wind could shatter her to pieces!
Ana saw her twin suffer, and being a saint that she was, she took her in.
Too dead to die, the little girl just closed her eyes and cried,
Ana wanted to play a little game,
little did she know, that she, the porcelain girl would no longer be the same.
Numbers were the game Ana had in mind,
The point of numbers is to get the smallest one,
after that you'd lose, and lose, and the weight, and that you don't need to ever re-find!
In fact, you'll begin to love your corpse more and more with time.
She let Ana take over, and Ana saved her life.
She kept things in control, and lessened her strife.
For awhile things seemed better, but still she strived for the perfection Ana offered.
Ana gave her the food that she needed to survive, she didn't need real food,
because if she ate real food she'd get fat, and just die!
Everyone loved Ana, but nobody loved the porcelain girl.
She thought if she was more like her then maybe she'd be loved.
From that point on, Ana dressed, and Ana controlled her every thought.
Soon she'd be noticed, and no longer Ana.
Soon somebody would love her and think she was pretty,
maybe one day she'd be even better then Ana.
After awhile, Ana knew the real me, the porcelain twin.
and she began to hate me more and more and started scarring up my very skin.
She wanted to leave me, she knew she was the superior twin.
I was worthless to her, and I was so fat I could never be thin!
She felt she was wasting her life away with a half -corpse, I wasn't strong enough,
and there fore I didn't deserve her love that I so yearned for.
As the months continued she started wishing I would die.
Before I knew it I was lying head over heals with this lie,
this lie of perfection, I couldn't seem to obtain,
This feeling of failure, merely driving me insane!
But I couldn't get rid of my dear Ana, she carried me for so long, I forgot how to walk,
my limbs were stiff, and couldn't move on their own, she was a necessity,
and she knew I was hers that she owned, however I'd dare not to upset or hurt her,
for fear that she would leave, and I'd be here paralized and alone, to drown in my own darkness.
So I continued on, trying to make her love me once again.
I wanted to see what she saw, so I took a good look in the mirror.
Ana told me where to lose,
and I was more then happy glad to choose,
but when I took a better look,
I wasn't blinded by Ana, I could finally see,
I was a corpse, how could this be?!
"Ana, come out where did you go?! You're killing me, how could you do this to me."
Ana, never came out, and then I realized, all this time... it was me.
one with the problems, the other a little vain.
Shattered and broken the little girl turned to porcelian, she had no idea where to begin,
a new life, an new her, a perfect body and a perfect soul.
Jealous of Ana, the perfectionist, who always knew what was best.
She ignored her, and pushed her away, she couldn't stand being second best.
For weeks she'd lie at night and pray, for God to take it all away.
She wanted to be perfect too, but she has no clue what to do.
Ana warmed her cold soul, and sympathsized with what she was going through.
She turned so frail, and so fragil, that one gust of cold wind could shatter her to pieces!
Ana saw her twin suffer, and being a saint that she was, she took her in.
Too dead to die, the little girl just closed her eyes and cried,
Ana wanted to play a little game,
little did she know, that she, the porcelain girl would no longer be the same.
Numbers were the game Ana had in mind,
The point of numbers is to get the smallest one,
after that you'd lose, and lose, and the weight, and that you don't need to ever re-find!
In fact, you'll begin to love your corpse more and more with time.
She let Ana take over, and Ana saved her life.
She kept things in control, and lessened her strife.
For awhile things seemed better, but still she strived for the perfection Ana offered.
Ana gave her the food that she needed to survive, she didn't need real food,
because if she ate real food she'd get fat, and just die!
Everyone loved Ana, but nobody loved the porcelain girl.
She thought if she was more like her then maybe she'd be loved.
From that point on, Ana dressed, and Ana controlled her every thought.
Soon she'd be noticed, and no longer Ana.
Soon somebody would love her and think she was pretty,
maybe one day she'd be even better then Ana.
After awhile, Ana knew the real me, the porcelain twin.
and she began to hate me more and more and started scarring up my very skin.
She wanted to leave me, she knew she was the superior twin.
I was worthless to her, and I was so fat I could never be thin!
She felt she was wasting her life away with a half -corpse, I wasn't strong enough,
and there fore I didn't deserve her love that I so yearned for.
As the months continued she started wishing I would die.
Before I knew it I was lying head over heals with this lie,
this lie of perfection, I couldn't seem to obtain,
This feeling of failure, merely driving me insane!
But I couldn't get rid of my dear Ana, she carried me for so long, I forgot how to walk,
my limbs were stiff, and couldn't move on their own, she was a necessity,
and she knew I was hers that she owned, however I'd dare not to upset or hurt her,
for fear that she would leave, and I'd be here paralized and alone, to drown in my own darkness.
So I continued on, trying to make her love me once again.
I wanted to see what she saw, so I took a good look in the mirror.
Ana told me where to lose,
and I was more then happy glad to choose,
but when I took a better look,
I wasn't blinded by Ana, I could finally see,
I was a corpse, how could this be?!
"Ana, come out where did you go?! You're killing me, how could you do this to me."
Ana, never came out, and then I realized, all this time... it was me.