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[aid] => mick
[title] => Again
[time] => 2006-06-08 22:15:47
[hometext] => Very evil. Based on a dream ...
[bodytext] => Screams echoed in the silent night Forced against desire Bound and thrashed Bleeding Raw pain as flesh is torn Feeling every cut every thrust Tearing my soul Tears will not fall Not this night I will not give in I try to fight Struggle against the bonds Blood and bleeding This night more than one She dies first Neck slit in my arms I am destined to follow My turn comes My flesh is lacerated I will not scream They want that I bite my lips and bleed One licks the blood Spits it in my face Touched and forced I will only stare Cursing their souls My soul is gone It left with hers I feel the gash I remember as my blood is seized from me My breathing slows As the thrusts quicken Spilling in me I die My eyes open Drenched in sweat Blinded by light and a song on the radio Another dream Another fatal ending My mind hates me Wants me to feel this pain I banish her face Her eyes bewildered and scared As she dies for the hundredth time I kill her every night Before living her end What is this dream This never ending nightmare Poisoning me Filling me more than with just grief Filling me with need Of a conclusion, a reason For rape, for death Defiled is my soul I need a release An escape from this phantasm Evil and vile My mind turns on me Sanity has left this vessel Madness takes over at night A delusion never ending It scared me However that was years ago Now I expect it I feel lost without it Perplexed without the vision of death Of abuse A day of normality Comes and goes I return to the insanity of my prison My sanctuary Which is my mind When darkness comes again I am prepared to die Ready to witness her death I fall into my subconscious Where only the mad can survive Can only survive by dying Again KarlaMarie [comments] => 4 [counter] => 301 [topic] => 13 [informant] => KarlaMarie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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