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[aid] => mick
[title] => ()
[time] => 2006-05-10 11:28:07
[hometext] => looking at the blury past only to find nothing but static in my mind for all too see and point at for all their humor
[bodytext] => looking at the blury past only to find nothing but static in my mind for all too see and point at for all their humor until i snap and kill you all for the only thing i had is gone and the static gets louder every passing day but i will not brake free i'll just stay in my cage and wait for the enemy to come to me so he unlocks my cage and sets me free to roam this earth without a leash i'm fine for a week then the static comes back and i start to kill again but not for greed or power i awake in bed and realize that it was just a dream but my hands are tanted with the blood of someone so i find my cage and lock myself in and pull out a bible and rip it to shreads then the world get dark and the moon turns to red and the lighting comes down and strikes apon my cage and the door unlocks but i do not leave because of the eyes looking down at me so i stay in my cage and begin to cry because the killer is inside of me so i close the door and i lock it tight cause the full moons rising and i'll lose control the clouds start to clear as the moon gets closer and the pain in my back is too much to bare i wake the next day in the middle of a pasture and laying all around me is the corpses of dead cows the farmer comes out with a shotgun in his hand and walks up to me and points it at my head then i grab the barral and i say to kill me but the farmer did not so i killed him instead my anger my turned me into a monster that feeds on flesh and drinks from the vains so then i go home and i grab a gun then put it to my head but my finger can't finish so i go to the kitchen and drink a bottle of bleach and lay down on the couch and watch my tv i wake the next morning and my hands are tanted with someones blood not of my own i can not stop it because i can't and when i try people will die i start to cry and weep for the people that i have killed over the past 7 years but i remember this fable and i went to the kitchen then grabbed a knife made of silver i stabbed it through and the fable was true so i lay down and faced the truth then i wake from this silly dream and go the kitchen to find my brother dead ...........with a bottle of bleach in his hand........and a silver knife in his chest......and my hand are tanted.....with the blood of my brother. (hell-ya i'm the super beast) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 6 [informant] => diablohate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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