She looks back at me
Her face pale and white
Her hair hangs wildly
And tears stream from her eyes
If she dies tomorrow
Next week or today
Theres things she will regret
And things she ought to say
I look into her eyes
This girl who i call she
A tear falls down her cheek
Its easy to forget, this girl is really me
My names Rachel, i'm 17 and a graphic design student at RCAT college.
I can usually be found in the moorfoot or at corporation, when im at home I spend most of my time playing retro computer games, drawing, reading, and hanging out with my best friend Nic.

Poetry
Drawing
Eyeliner
PVC
Facial piecings
Tattoos
Synthetic hair
Peacock feathers
Burlesque Artists
Trapeze
Vintage clothes
Retro games
Red Dwarf
Terry Pratchet
Karin Slaughter
Alice in Wonderland

Hypocrites
Being on my own
Spiders
Mornings
Harry Potter
Violence
Animal cruelty
My hair in a morning
Liars

Concrete Blonde
Zeromancer
Jack off Jill
Annihilator
Blind Gaurdian
Falconer
Boy Sets Fire
Bryan Adams
Children Of Bodem
Combichrist
Union Underground
Dresden Dolls
Smash Mouth
ASP
Cruxshadows
Inkubus sukkubus
Apoptygma beserk
All About Eve
Demons & Wizards
Finntroll
Iron Maiden
Trashlightvision
Frankensteindragqueens
Alice Cooper
Covenant
Malice Mizer
Ghosts Of Lemora
NeuroticFish
Otyg
Puppini sisters
Marilyn Manson
Voltaire
Zombina
Kiss
Motley Crue
Rob Zombie
White Zombie
Theatre Of Tradgedy
Lordi