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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Fantasy, Desire, Gives way to Death
[time] => 2003-02-05 01:20:00
[hometext] => *Hey, well in my opinion this is one of the best poems I've written in a while. SO yeah it might be confusing so let me explain one little thing. I spelt tear as in cry t-e-e-r so it wouldn't be confused with tear as in 'I like to tear curtains' If u have any other questions feel free to ask and in my benevolence I will answer them. Thnx to all who read and comment.*
[bodytext] => I have only two choices
To smile, shed a lonely tear for the lost saints Or I can sigh and carve my name in my skin Either way I don't win I find it hard to lock this pain inside Sometimes it surfaces to for all to see (cut, scar, or teer) But you tend to not notice You just fix your hair and drive away in your Lotus I'm fasting on happiness Been at the waters of misery for to long I gaze out of angry blue-gray eyes I swear at the world, don't give a ***** whatever my demise I look down a cliff, into the black abyss See the churning waters, eating up my tears My desire to jump impale myself upon the rocks It grows, but instead I find myself with two Glocks Blazin away at cops they'll never put me in locks Still I stare downward the wind rufflin my hair Drying my skin, my eyes. Destroying my fantasies Death calls my name with a razor I draw cuts I may look normal, but inwardly I'm going nuts I don't want to talk Then I will have to open my abused heart I'd much rather be found broken and bloodied My fantasy gives way to reality I raise my head intent and muddied I watch, as my hands start to shake My head starts to rock back and forth To the ground I plummet and fall I will hit the rocks, like an abused doll My body is wrapped in bloodied rags Throw my body in a pit I don't deserve the luxury of a coffin [comments] => 4 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 36 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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