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[aid] => mick
[title] => Abused Brain.
[time] => 2004-03-07 11:34:39
[hometext] => it took out alot of anger to write this, but i'm not sure why. it should have put it in me. please comment on it...
[bodytext] => i walk around the world, tend to laugh as i pass, things with all the meaning. things that are soo unhealing. it's kind of cool to watch, when souls smash into my world, where nothing is what it appears to be. where only the sky watches over me. in a screeming world, of pitiful maddness, swirling colours turn into saddness. flying ghosts haunt with their sounds, rivers of blood flow out of the ground. echoes boom, when none was said, fitting bodies join the dead. night-mares of fear, is welcome here. but you'll never leave, to that i'll see! i notice when i come out my zone, i still, feel emotionally alone, so it's simply resoved, i go back in my cone, and stare long and hard at blood stained, walls, in my room! i watch the flash-backs, of murders taking place, i feel the hot blood, hiting my face. remembering life, of living in fear, living through all of those years, of wetting the bed, and holding my teddy bear. completely scared, being punished for tears! witnessing the most destressing senes, leaving me, unable to move, in my petrified freeze. then i close my eyes, and i'm there again, where the rivers flow, of mixing reds, back to my world i go, with scars to last a lifetime, thou, i i hate my dad for what he did to me, i just know, that he'll never be free! while he sleeps, i hang around, trying to plan where i'll let his body be found. he'll never know what hit him! and i'll send him to hell, first maybe rip out his organs, as well. that fat git deserves all he gets, he's a abuser, a rapist, a murderer. who manipulates people with his threats! used to beat me, but i'm not scared any more, because if you kill me, i'll rip you up more! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 13 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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