Debbie Downer died today
Downed a molotov cocktail straight to the head.
So no more crying, bitching or, remorse to come later
Just dried blood-laced tears that once trickled down her face.
Cause Debbie was the sucker
Feeding her soul off of half-shaped hearts
While beating her chest to rebellious drums.
Too bad Debbie couldn't see herself...the black widow she was.
Always mourning her death before it arrived
With her own iron fisted gloves to blame.
I said, Debbie Downer died today!
She downed a molotov cocktail straight to the head.
So no more yelling, running/hiding or, regret to come later
Just charred pieces of her fragmented selves were left behind.
Cause Debbie was too afraid to just be...
Hoping one day that she'd just be found
While pounding pain beat away.
Too bad Debbie ain't leave no suicide note, before burning the candle at both ends.
Maybe I would have saved her...
Or found just enough material to write her eulogy.
© Amy "Aimstar" Andrieux, 2007
What do goddesses do when they get lonely...
They remember justice
They imagine victory
Reap the benefits of being god
... by sharing their talents with others
Some goddesses delve deep...
And purge their sins
Some purge their pain...
But most engulf self whole-heartedly
Selfishly tasting the sweet buds of what it is to live
They envision better worlds
Execute game strategies with love
... until their dreams come to fruition
when goddesses get lonely
goddesses actualize themselves
they get focused. …