Angelique Hell

Rookie (France)

Voodoo Girl - Poem by Angelique Hell

Here is my story
I am a pale skin and black haired doll
Pierced through with so much needles
That’s hurts me every day
That’s hurts me every night

Why don’t I bleed?
Because my body is empty
Without any soul
To tell the truth
I am just a voodoo girl

Here is my life
I am a sad and lonely rag doll
Living in a little house
Made of papier-mâché
Where it’s cold the evening

Why am I alone?
Because my body is roughed
Made of old clothes
To tell the truth
I am just a voodoo girl

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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