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[sid] => 109828
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Blood Splotched Excuse
[time] => 2005-11-16 00:12:12
[hometext] => This is not a poem, this is a prose i wrote for a dark prose contest let me know what you think!
[bodytext] => Its raining, this will make it even harder to get the pieces out with out any one seeing. It was worth it ever stab and scream I made. You'd think they’d realize I did it, it was me who killed her but by the way they talk it could have been her neighbor or a enemy, police are so dumb. Its all right there I did it I killed her I had the Knife when they found the bloody mess. I was perfect, how could i have done it? I had no lust for blood or the feeling of hate, I was in a loving environment with padded walls. Alas they found it. They found what was once a letter, but now a blood splotched excuse. It screamed at them with piercing shrieks of bleared pain. "You can't hold me back, you can't stop me. Just let be with the lonesome cries of perfection in death that i have come to hold so dear. You killed me, she killed me, and he killed me, you all chose my path into the dark of this wake. It was me who did this wondrous deed" At last they know what I did so I can be cast in the depths of hell where they chose for me to rome till the fire dies and frost bitten winds rise from above. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => russ-dawg [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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