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[aid] => mick
[title] => poem 29
[time] => 2009-01-14 16:27:27
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[bodytext] => This pain, It haunts me, And taunts me. Feelings of bitter loneliness, They seem to be my best friend. The cravings to harm, They call me daily, Trying to convince me to give in. I've won for now, But, Have I really? Questionable. That's what my sanity is. Do I even possess any? Irrational thoughts invade my head. Fictional nightmares plague my sleep. I feel like I live in a Hell, A Hell from which I cannot escape. The Snow Queen laughs at me, Knowing I suffer. She is still sick and twisted, Finding immense amounts of humour in others's pain. I wonder if one day I'll escape from her. More then likely not. I close my eyes, As the tears etch a burning path down my cheeks. She tries to torment me with my violator, But I have grown immune and numb. This does not please Her. So, She sends many demons to rape me, Use my empty body for their own dirty pleasures. I let them because it please her. But I feel nothing, Nothing at all because I've grown numb. I crave to die, Only if to escape this pain. I'm no one in a world full of people. I would be just another statitic in the end, But what would I care? Anything to make the pain cease to exist, Anything to make these feelings go away. I know I will die alone. I'll always be alone. Fate's a ***** that seems to enjoy endlessly torturing me. Maybe the end is near. I almost pray for it. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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