When I’m the Queen

when im the queen of deceit and pain
i’ll use your misery for my gain
the thought alone will surely shame
your heart, your mind, don’t play the game

when im the queen of broken hearts
every boy in my rotten land
shall destroy themselves one by one
with their own pitiful hands

when im the queen of bloody minds
nothing sacred is left behind
my sanity is far from my mind
your tounge is left in a bind

when im the queen of broken hearts
all the girls will be hanged
as they grow intolerable
i will eventually grow insane

when im the queen of chaotic thoughts
pretty petty lies are caught
in this tangled web that i did start
your love for me soon will part

when im the queen of broken hearts
with my crown, my jewels, my scars
i shall decree, i shall demand
that you worship me like a star

when im the queen of pretty dolls
there will be no place for you all
the happiness you all once saw
will soon be forgotten; all will fall

when im the queen of broken hearts
your love won’t be enough
you’ll twist and bleed and ache for me
and i still wont want you as much

when im the queen of chaos and deceit
your blackened heart you will not keep
it will be removed; lie in a heep
for all to see and all will weep

when im the queen of broken hearts
the boys will make a line
of hearts to toy and play with
and everything will be just fine

when im the queen of lipstick smears
no one in the land will ever come near
my heart and soul will be right here
and all will cower in loathing and fear

when im the queen of broken hearts
there will be no way
for all to be gleeful and happy
think back to other days

when im the queen of glitter scars
no one shall get very far
for i will be there and i shall mar
their skin, their eyes, all body parts

when im the queen of broken hearts
and deceit and corruption and lies
no one will be able to help you
no one will hear your cries

when im the queen of broken glass
the days and years will slowly pass
your sanity is far from grasp
come any closer, your heart i’ll slash

when im the queen of broken hearts
what a pretty queen i will make
i’ll kill, blood will spill, this is real
and it’s all for your sake

when im the queen of broken hearts
i’ll watch you break down, fall apart
you’ll wish now that this never did start
your blood and lies will play the part

when im the queen of broken hearts
all will cower in fear
my heart is covered in blackness
and no one but you has come near

when i’m the queen
i’ll kill you all
when i’m the queen
your heads will fall
when i’m the queen
i’ll be your doll
when i’m the queen
i’ll rule them all

when i’m the queen
your blood will spill
when i’m the queen
it’s you i’ll kill
when i’m the queen
hope is nill
when i’m the queen
i’ll love you still

( Let me remind you: stealing is a crime. Let’s save us both the hassel and yourself the humiliation, don’t steal. I take pride in the crappiest of my writings. )

NOTE: The title was indeed taken from Jack off Jill’s song “When I’m the Queen” and the poem was based on this. I’m not copying, I’m not “butchering”, I admit that I used them as complete inspiration. 😀

By Dollie Stitches

I'm young, I'm immature, I'm stupid and I'm an aspiring writer. Then again, this is what this country is nowadays, is it not? I'm German, but I live in the US (Texas to be exact). I write a lot but I'm not that good, I like to sing and I like webdesign, I like to eat and most of all I like to sit on my ass and if you don't like it, I don't care because I look different from everyone else with my caked on eyeliner and snow white face but I look JUST THE SAME as over half of you and the thing is that I just don't care. So, call me gothic, call me punk, I'll call you a moron and tell you to shut the fuck up. All of us look the same, listen to the same music and write about the same things so why are we so different? We're not, you people who SAY we're different make us different and it's you people that MAKE ME SICK because we'd be just as normal as everyone else if we didn't fucking CARE. Every one of you who says they "don't care about labels" is lying to yourself in one way or another because we're all hypocrites and we're all stereotypical bastards. Welcome to America.