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[title] => poem 24
[time] => 2006-06-22 16:20:11
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[bodytext] => The craving to cut, Once again calls out to me. I try to ignore, As I have been doing. And yet, These cravings grow stronger. I try to run, Try to scream. But nothing. For I am once again in the abyss of my own making. For the nightmare I live, I must endure the punishments. Why must I pay? Simply because that is how Lady Fate deems it. So I must obey her rules. I sink deeper, And deeper into this emptiness I feel within, As the arms of loneliness envelopes me within it's death-grip embrace. I'm sick of fighting, So I give in. I pick up the blade I craved for so long, And begin anew. I drag it across my wrist, Feeling the emotional pain seep out with the blood. The Snow Queen smiles, Welcoming me back into her kingdom. A smile upon her lips, As she watches the blood seep out. I don't cry, Because I hardly feel the pain. The emotional pain overrides the physical, So I can't forget. Flashbacks of that day haunt me, As he continuously laughs at me from beyond the grave. The cold, Hard ground in which his body dwells. Demons of darkness surround me, Coaxing and encouraging me to cut again. I try to ignore them, But they are persistent, And I am growing weaker by the second. I watch, Mesmerized, As my life force, My blood, Runs freely from the wounds I have inflicted upon myself. Then I stare off into the darkness that is mine. I'm losing control, And slipping away once again. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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