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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Destructive Urges
[time] => 2003-02-28 13:30:00
[hometext] => This poem is about regrets that haunt your memory long into the future.
[bodytext] => Mother, mother, please help me.
I get these destructive urges, you see. I want to set fire to something And take away human life. I want to inflict upon others The shame by which I have been cast into life. It would all be so much better if I could just undo my sins. I love you all, but there is no time to rescind the deeds of the past. Father, father, please help me. I get these destructive urges, you see. The things in my head make me writhe in pain. Pain so intense that I want to vomit. I picture and I can feel these things, you see. A papercut across the eye, A razor dragged along the bottom of my foot, In that little area around the tendon that connects My big toe to my heel. The Achilles tendons and the wrists. The genitals. My sweet, precious genitals. I can feel them falling off, And it haunts me in my sleep. Stranger, stranger, please help me. My parents could never know these things. They raised a good boy, strong at heart. I must hide how I fell apart. My sins and vices are not that of a Christian man. A rabid warthog with shin splints Running on nothing but instincts and An immediate necessity to release his hatful Would not cause as much damage as I right now, If I were to release myself from my restraints. And it haunts me in my sleep. Bottle, bottle, please help me. The strangers all refuse to see. If I talk enough, they値l lock me up, So come inside and shut me up. These things I feel, they scream at me. But if you drown them, I値l be free. Maybe then I値l get some sleep. Papers, fire, I pass out. This is not what life痴 about. Straw, nose, no one knows Oppression made my heart explode. Silenced by my will to woe, My silence made my heart explode. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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