Post by Chris on Dec 29, 2008 17:14:13 GMT -5
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom bythe sea,
That amaiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Anabelle Lee;
And this maiden she livedwith no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
In a kingdom by
That a
And this maiden she lived
Than to love and be loved by me.
What the hell? What is a mortal doing in my domain? Wait, Father sent you? He socialize again. Very well, you may come in for a few minutes, no longer.
My name is Annabelle Lee. Call me Bella. I am 18 years old, as of January 17. I am female, as you might have figured out, and my weapon of choice? I go with narcotics. Or hallucinates, or depressants. Whatever is available. I can mix narcotics into anything. I did it once to every one's drink at Winterfest. It was beautiful. Father isolated me for 3 months. I still laugh about that one.
My appearance? Well, I am tall, with raven black hair that I either put into a bun, or let cascade down my back. It goes all the way down to my waist. I do love my hair. My eyesight isn't very good, I use contacts to make my eyes see better. They are a blood red color. I have a slender neck, which I usually adorn with a choker or cameo of sorts. I'll admit I have fairly good-sized breasts, and no, I won't tell you my size. I have porcelain white skin, as I am a nocturnal creature. I don't tan- I burn. And I am quite skinny, because of the fact that I am anorexic. Yes, I know you think that I need help, screw you. I usually wear black(my black symbolizes dying to this world and living in Christ.), something Victorian, or Gothic for the matter. I wear eyeliner and mascara, and lipstick, surprising, no? Whenever I am out in the sun, I have a parasol. Now stop staring, or I'll poke your eyes out.
I love solitude. People don't understand me. Four out of five psychiatrists say that I should be put into an asylum. I don't blame them. Let them put me there. I'll make sure they suffer. Even though I am Goth, I am a Christian. It's true. I serve the the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob, The God who is known as Yahweh, and he is my Father. His son, Jesus Christ, is my King and Master, and all that I do, I do in His service. It's true. But I am still Gothic. I like to hurt myself on purpose and do strange things. But I love to read my Bible, play the violin, and play the piano. Now will you please stop bugging me?
My history is something of a sad one, if you wish to know it. I was abandoned after a few weeks by my mother, for she was a prostitute, and she couldn't handle taking care of me. The only thing was that my name was to be Annabelle Lee, like in Edgar Allen's poem. Every couple of moths, Father goes back up to the surface and takes abandoned babies back to the Tunnels, and I was one of those lucky ones that he found. I have lived in the tunnels my whole life. No special attention towards me though, I feel very alone. But I enjoy playing Chess with Father, it is one of my special things I do with him, other than have deep religious discussions with him.
Anything else before I can go back to my poetry?? Well, I write poems and stories for a Gothic magazine. I just type them up on the typewriter and bring them to their office, and they give me money.
A picture you say? This is the only one I have, take it.