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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The frail thing that is sanity
[time] => 2003-01-14 22:00:00
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[bodytext] => Pursuing his quest to collect another body
a sick minded individual who has no self worth selfish in his ways, selfish to this day searches for another victum in a near by alley looking for another body to add to his vicious talley he hides amoung the shadows he likes the rush of the kill he likes to feel the skin on his skin not bothered by the thought of cutting someone up but he cant get these damn voices to shut the hell up murder is the game he plays and he just cant get enough crazed visions run through his head shut his eyes to the world around creeping down the alley he does not make a sound psyched out in so many ways for every day he lives a little more he pays lived his life in nothing but torment when his only friend left his sanity went behold the frail thing that is sanity tasted blood once and now cant turn back even if he wanted punished by the one he relied upon holds his head in shame and wonders what he's done this cannot be I cannot take it anymore he's lived too long, he's lived so wrong thise messsed up train of thoght is killing me his only sane moments just drive him that more crazy he sits with his eyes closed whats gonna happen when his deeds are exposed what then, what then, what then with a burnt out light that lives in him he has no way back no way of escape just keep him in check and metally rape him is there a solution to his on-going problem is there somway that they can solve them but they cant for its too late the sickness has spread through him just like poison infecting his brain and losing his sane shackled up life just like he does to the bodies they are a reflection of how he feels inside but now its done they found out what he's up to take him away, lock him away and do what need to be done the frail thing that is sanity he'll die with the setting of the sun [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Rawjer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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