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[title] => Killing Someone With Kindess Is So 2005
[time] => 2006-03-23 22:32:34
[hometext] => This is the story of Alisa Night, based on 6 wonderful books by Christopher Pike.
[bodytext] => My love is like a disease, creeping it’s way through your mind, body, and soul. Poisoning your system so you can’t think about anything but of me. One kiss and you’re marked with the sour taste of my malevolent toxin. One bite and my teeth go deep and your essence will be mine and only mine. The pollutant makes your thoughts eccentric and totally out of date. You think you might be insane, or maybe you’re so sane you can’t accept it. Think hard, you’ll remember the penetration of my teeth against your skin. If I take my love for you and alphabetize it, there would be nothing there. You want me to take the pain in your body and put into someone else. But the pain was not meant for just anyone, but merely for your mind. May your thoughts be full of dread with the haunt of your own memory. Don’t think this poem is for you, because I bring pain to everyone around. Your love is like a cheap injection that barely gets my mind working rapidly. My love is like an luxurious inoculation that won’t let your brain to stop working. Blend them together and you’ll only know it’s for the very most horrible. You can’t take it, you long for me like the remedy I am, but I won’t have it. I slip your drink a sleeping pill and the night is full of masses of blood and sweat. Am I a vampire or just a creation of your imagination. (or lack of imagination) I’m simply just an hallucination that is no more before the night is completely over. Let your remembrance have nothing to do with me or what I have completed. My mission to turn the world into what I am, a monster. I am a horrible monster. I draw blood for my pleasure and I watch you undergo Death’s grip as he chokes you. I fake a smile as I leave you lying on the floor’ “I shall miss you,” I silently sin. All I cause is pain and nothing more and nothing less. I let you expire in my arms. May your memory be held sturdy for I am not truly sorry that you have died. I only pretended to think I loved you, but I was only fooling myself sincerely. Can I only lie to myself? Can I not make myself think the truth is the truth? Hide from me and don’t you come and look. I don’t love you, never did. Run up the stairs off life and you’ll soon began to near the end of the flight of steps. My pain is no misery, but a tall tale that no one will ever believe could have happened. Sink your teeth into that and savor the coppery taste of blood and a mix of revenge. So forget me and all the ***** I have brought. You have to get away from me soon. I haven’t done anything good, just brought a massive amount of suffering and sorrow. I can’t say I’m sorry, because truly I’m not all that forgiving to Him, or anyone. He can try to smite me down, but I’ll just keep on moving. I won’t give in to His power. I’ll go into the past and make it so I don’t exist; you won’t remember me at all. I go back in time to before I was this. I change my mind, I say no to Lord Krishna. As I die a world of red explodes around me. Bright, red stars grow around my head. Goodbye cruel world it’s been a hell of a rollercoaster of a life, no need remembering. Forget me. I was never here. Forget me. I’m just a piece of your memory, nothing. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xo__clandestine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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