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Array ( [sid] => 106700 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Behind Defacation-Colored Eyes [time] => 2005-09-28 18:56:14 [hometext] => Schonste. [bodytext] => Through defacation-colored eyes
I see light fade into shadows.
Slice off my fat with a long blade,
I want it all scraped away,
Even if I must bleed for it.

I run until I start to trip over my clumsy feet,
and I burn myself in the shower each night.
I stare down at my plate and I feel guilt when I eat,
There is no one to convince me I look just right.

I drew a stupid grin on my face with a marker,
so that I won't have to smile,
because it takes less muscles,
and I want to do what I can to be thin.
Neither do I want them asking what is wrong
Because if I do anything out of routine
They never shut up and I can't hear myself breathing,
So I forget to.

I hate respiration and I hate eating.
I hate defacation which my eyes look like.
I hate the noises humans make all I ask for is beautiful silence.
It's driving me insane and I cannot live through it.

But oh silence, I love to be alone,
Where only I lay there, with no one, on a desk.
The wood digging in me and no one to make me consume.
No things to study and no muscles to move.
Wasting away in the darkness of a lake,
Sounds really really nice right now.
Drifting to the top to never be found.
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Behind Defacation-Colored Eyes

Contributed by AssassinatorGirl on Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 06:56:14 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Through defacation-colored eyes
I see light fade into shadows.
Slice off my fat with a long blade,
I want it all scraped away,
Even if I must bleed for it.

I run until I start to trip over my clumsy feet,
and I burn myself in the shower each night.
I stare down at my plate and I feel guilt when I eat,
There is no one to convince me I look just right.

I drew a stupid grin on my face with a marker,
so that I won't have to smile,
because it takes less muscles,
and I want to do what I can to be thin.
Neither do I want them asking what is wrong
Because if I do anything out of routine
They never shut up and I can't hear myself breathing,
So I forget to.

I hate respiration and I hate eating.
I hate defacation which my eyes look like.
I hate the noises humans make all I ask for is beautiful silence.
It's driving me insane and I cannot live through it.

But oh silence, I love to be alone,
Where only I lay there, with no one, on a desk.
The wood digging in me and no one to make me consume.
No things to study and no muscles to move.
Wasting away in the darkness of a lake,
Sounds really really nice right now.
Drifting to the top to never be found.
No one to miss me and no problems to deal with.

Copyright © AssassinatorGirl ... [ 2005-09-28 18:56:14]
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Re: Behind Defacation-Colored Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by SPSM on Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 07:56:24 PM AEST
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This is a good write, but I hope it's not heartfelt. No one should feel so bad about theirselves. It really is a write worth paying attention to.

Re: Behind Defacation-Colored Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by Jyssvw on Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 08:44:59 PM AEST
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nice job opening up here...there are many more like you out there, who have these urges and problems...dont think your alone in this fight....the only one who can change you -is you...nice write

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