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[sid] => 133959
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Silent Darkness
[time] => 2007-04-30 11:23:12
[hometext] => i only know how to write about pain, i see it i feel it i write it, not always mine but real sorrow, yours theirs mine...
[bodytext] => I want it so bad yet…am slightly hesitant to start… My stomach is in knots hands shaking slightly A sudden clatter of tins makes me jump and swivel Only too see a tail as a rat scuttles away…. Above heated words thrown back and forth Over nothing of importance just more crap A reason to argue to hurt to what end? Even I do not know the answer to that Once my parents were as one then I don’t know He came home all flushed stinking of whiskey No reason never a reason just screams and pain Usually me…more so her, I have forgotten how to care I cringe as glass breaks a moan and finally crying As he slams the door…a roaring engine then silence Safe for now…no such luck he’ll be back No such profanity called safe in this hell Even this basement isn’t free of pain Though I guess there is a difference Well sometimes at any rate…the rare times Day or night though I can’t tell no light reaches me He threw me in here so long ago to rot…to die She has kept me alive with scraps of food In my prison now my home my grungy hole If u look hard enough u can see the stained walls Sometimes slip on something rotten and wet A piece of me here and there as I linger on Hunched I am now so many bones healed wrong My screams never warrant any help only echoes Now barely any whispers escape my worn out throat How long have I been down here I don’t know Once I had friends now I have only my terror And my slivers of broken glass…mustn’t forget them Guess deep down they are now my family for I love them so So…much how they hug and caress…never complaining Always so sharp and ready to play with me To dance across skin leaving fine glossy trails They love me so deeply carving their desires Bringing a silent pleasure from lingering sorrows But our play time is always interrupted by darkness So weak so exhausted yet even though time seems to slow My eternity never does always lingers on Crimson tears are all that flow as mine are dry I envy her for being able to cry…to scream…to escape A door for her freedom if only she tried… A tomb for mine….where only death awaits And darkness where fear resides Where I lay seemingly Forgotten [comments] => 5 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Bloodydragon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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