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[aid] => mick
[title] => Screams
[time] => 2006-10-18 19:22:23
[hometext] => ~Just the insanity in my mind and the disease in my soul~
[bodytext] => Screams Screams, it’s what fills these hallways It seems that salvation has been called away Blood filled mirrors and decapitated lives Inside the corridor another innocent cries Screaming for mercy that shall not be received Screaming for answers from the ones who will deceive The entrails are ripped out the torso thru the tortured wound Drowning in its own blood and desecration like a twisted fetus in an alcoholics womb The disfigured virgin lays face down getting raped by the pain welder A knife tearing down the spine of the now crippled serial killer You try to scream but blood bubbles out your gurgling cries Several long and thick needles ran thru your throat to heed you of future lies Chainsaws taken to the femur bone and choking on the fumes exhausted Diesel gas flooding the lungs and drowning the brain in the poisons exalted It’s just the insanity in my mind It’s just the disease in my soul It’s just the obsession of mine One of which I will never let go A rusty butcher knife digging under the fingernail Pushing it upward while the body is strapped down to the rail Puss and the maggots feast upon the tearing eyeball The eyelid was cut off days ago; torment was the last thing it saw Forced to eat the premature baby’s remains Born while the mother was still in chains An industrial drill bit to the knee cap Grinding up the bone like the ***** of a rat A skilsaw ran up your spinal cord Paralyzing like the murderous whore Crawl on the floor until you’re no more Crawl for me, this is you’re master’s chore It’s just the insanity in my mind It’s just the disease in my soul It’s just the obsession of mine One of which I will never let go Hell bound children and inbred religion taunting Dead on the floor, decomposing and rotting Rotting ROTTING Flesh grown over shackles they bleed Only the darkness they see Screaming for my insanity Screaming for my disease Screaming for the blood I bleed Please….scream for me! 1.-3.21.18.5.-6.15.18.-20.8.-4.9.19.5.1.19.5. 9.19.-20.8.5.-13.5.4.9.3.9.14.5.-20.8.11.5.19.-13.1.11.5.19.-25.15.21.-19.3.18.5.1.13. 5.12.5.3.20.18.15.-19.8.15.3.11.-20.8.5.18.1.16.25. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 257 [topic] => 13 [informant] => vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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