LUCY by Izzie Drizzle

There goes Miss Conniption, there goes Miss Shagrin
You can only see her eyes even when the mist is thin
They glow a peculiar pink light
Under unusual dim sky
Then disappear as fast as they enter vision
There goes Miss Grimacing, there goes Miss Finish Him
Steal your heart and turn it black, his vision is diminishing
Footprints stagger backwards, tattooed in the snow
Shadows burned on buildings every taboo is on show
Decorates with many necks festooned on a rope
Lightning in a bottle in a deluge in a hole
There goes Miss Incision, there goes Miss Self-Harm
She only uses fingernails to dig into her arms
We don’t know what she’s digging for but don’t want her to find it
But when she sees that blood will seep she starts to look excited
She drinks it like it’s vintage red to satiate her hunger
No man or beast or king or god will ever stand above her
There goes Miss No Future there goes Miss Depressed
You’ll know that she’s around when you feel your chest compressed
Even during Christmas she dreams of just a noose
The necks of every festive cheer are burned and turning blue
There goes Miss Evil
Endless mystique, oh
If you cross her path you won't be in the sequel
There goes Miss Contusion, there goes Miss Distressed
The cold has creeped into her heart, her hands are turning red
She stumbles like a zombie, bottle blazed with triple X
She drinks and drinks and drinks some more even in her death
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My name may as well be Lucy, for sure
My name may as well be Lucy, for sure
My name may as well be Lucy, for sure
My name may as well be Lucy for short

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• goth rap
• hip-hop
• post-rap
• rap
• underground hip-hop
• United Kingdom