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[sid] => 114035
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => poem 16
[time] => 2006-01-31 13:53:52
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => This life was not meant for me. At least, That is what Death tells me. He guides me through his realm, And stops before the Snow Queen. To most, She is nothing more than a simple fairytale. But to me, She is the dark mistress I will serve for eternity. She tells me what I already know. That most likely, I will not be missed by many, And that I am to blame for many things. For the blade I crave, I must give her my soul and my heart. We trade and I go find my dark corner. I sit down and stare at the blade, Wondering how deep to cut this time. Enough to nick? OR, Enough to bleed to death? Suddenly, I find myself bound to a wall. I'm bound facing the wall, While my backside is receiving a severe whipping. My heart is being jumped on by a demon. My ex-boyfriend. Seems we can't even be friends. I'm to blame as usual. Everything seems to be my fault. So, I'll count the minutes, Till the Snow Queen sends Death to fetch me. I shall never be free in these restraints. I feel the blood drip, And slide down my back, Like warm water. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 299 [topic] => 72 [informant] => Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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