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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Forgive the Child of the Dark
[time] => 2005-07-14 11:37:30
[hometext] => A continuation of Child of the Dark....I wrote this when I was having a fight with my mum
[bodytext] => 'Awaken my child! Awaken I say!' 'Night has come and swallowed the day!' I open my eyes The wave of tears swell for me to cry And yet I cannot feel the salty sweet relief Then I remember how they burned my eyes with their claws and teeth 'Get up you fool! Get up right now!' I sit up and realize I’ve been sleeping on a black rain cloud 'Tonight is the night! We’ll rule the sky!' I slowly stand up, reabsorbing the truth that I had died I feel the silvery current rise under my clawed toes Behind me my black hair whips and flows 'My child, my child, your darkness grows!' 'Your anger, hatred, and sadness all harnessed in the seed I sowed' My heart hurts as I remember all the sadness and pain How my parents nearly drove me insane 'Get out! We don’t want you here!' 'Pack your bags!' They would jeer Their words cut me deep Deeper than how far into quicksand I could seep For that is what they were to me A monstrous mouth swallowing my self esteem and happiness, only later to throw me up 'Get out you *****! We’re tired of you!' 'Go run off with your precious boyfriend and your pathetic friends too!' The memories run through me like electricity Then I feel a power grow and ferment deep inside of me Inside I think but one thing No one knows what it’s like to be me Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me Instead they feast upon my mind until my sanity breaks and flees Oh how I wish for the empty minds of the dead But I hear and understand all these words instead 'You think you’ve got it bad? Well I’ve got it worse' I won’t play that game until I’m riding as the guest of honor in a hearse The dark rotten hurt consumes my body Then I begin my devious plotting I will make them hurt, I will make them writhe I will make them know the true meaning of being alive Send them my sadness, send them my rage Send them the abuse I suffered in seventh and eighth grade Send them my secret hurt, my broken heart Send them the feeling of life being torn apart Send them loneliness, send them rejection But most of all send them perfection I was perfect, I was pretty And yet I deserve their pity Locked away all day Deceit and rape were always one step away 'She has to be anorexic, no one is that thin!' Everything about me seemed to be a sin My rage exploded, black lightning filled the sky Below me I heard the people scream and cry 'Well done child, you have defeated your quarry' And yet all I can say is: 'I’m sorry…' [comments] => 3 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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