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[aid] => mick
[title] => Revenge
[time] => 2007-05-17 11:56:57
[hometext] => I'm back to my style, dark and very morbid. Enjoy.
[bodytext] => The darkness closes around my vision The pain I have felt for so long returns ten-fold Perhaps it is my punishment for being so selfish for all of these years For destroying the lives and maiming the trust of everyone who ever cared for me The family members that I have lied to… The friends that I have stabbed in the back… The lovers that I have deceived and been unfaithful to… The karma of my actions has finally caught up with me My family has turned its back on me My friends have all shut me out of their lives And I am alone, with no one to love The world has turned its back on me But…I do not care in the slightest This world means nothing to me If I had the power, I would have destroyed it long ago Yet…I was too weak Now, my life has come to an end With my last gasp of breath I curse the world and pray that it will be obliterated My vision fades into complete darkness and my thoughts and heartbeat ceases My body grows cold Suddenly a gasp of breath escapes my dead lungs My eyes focus on the stars in the nighttime sky Strength surges throughout my body and I stand up I feel power coursing through my being The power to destroy… The power to maim… The power to kill… Power that will let me take back what was taken from me To exact my revenge on all of the people who hurt me when I was a child All of the foster parents who didn’t care about me and left me to fend for myself All of the family members that left me for dead when I needed them the most Their comeuppance will come ten-fold and they will know the hell I have been through for my entire life And when they reach out toward me for help, to quench the fires that torment them, I will spit in their face and laugh at the misery that they have brought upon themselves As their bodies give out on them and the light begins to fade from their eyes, I will snatch that soul and place it back in the body from whence it came and begin my torture again For all eternity, theses souls will be with me in the hell I have built for them from my own mind The mind of a madman… The mind of a killer… The mind of Death… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => trackiller2006 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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