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[title] => Gridlock
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[bodytext] => My mind is one great perverse conundrum, Some people dream of fairies and gypsies, Witches, warlocks, Princesses and knights, I dream of slit wrists,and everything gruesome Some people say you can inject images in a mind, Simple sub-conscience dilemmas planted for evil, Purposes un-disclosed but obviously detrimental, Something that always makes you look behind I have very few happy memories inside my head, The bad ones always surface, creating instability, Making me inhuman, worthless and self-sadistic, Fantasies of myself disembowelled lying in bed Memories haunt me/ A simple sadistic touch, From a man I cant remember or visibly see, Lying on the grass frozen and confused, But yet again I always seem to make a fuss Sometimes I'm so afraid of what I might do, Feeling like I should be locked up in a cage, Beaten with nail inbedded baseball bats, I'm so frightened but rightfully sickened too I have so much embryonic hidden malice, That it makes me want to murder everyone, Just make all the following eyes evaporate, As I fall down a rabbit hole holding hands with alice But maybe its just a phase I have to confront, I just dont know, but I do know I'm scared, Beacause I dont ever want to be alone, But I am, I'm simply a diseased rodent [comments] => 3 [counter] => 520 [topic] => 13 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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