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[aid] => mick
[title] => Insecticide
[time] => 2010-01-30 14:49:03
[hometext] => This is about me and my view of myself at the moment. I have low self esteem...And how my opinions don't matter because I can't change anything.
[bodytext] => My bones are ice cold. Fire doesn't melt me. Insects crawl under my skin Gnawing at my organs and breaking skin. Eats away. Eats away. Pitiful being, Why do you weep? Are you not used to this pain? Feel the thousands of legs Fill your tissues and being. My whole body shakes and Trembles with these tiny creatures, Inside. Thoughts of a normal painless life Are nothing but a fantasy in my dreams. Pain, pain... Sharp edges of hot knives Pierce my skin The insects flutter and scurry And crawl around my organic self. The organisms are covered in my blood, Their mouths filled with the thick liquid of pain. They feed on me. Make me weak, make me tremble on my knees. Eyes swimming. Eyes painfully wide in surprise. They eat me Raw. Worms encase my heart, Hollowed bones filled with maggots. And intestines infested with cicadas. Spiders come out my mouth, Onto the floor like vomited Words I regret. The tiny creatures exit my body, My nose, My chest, My bone marrow, My legs, And onto the floor. My weak being collapses, unfilled. And I can't even live anymore in this World I hate. Loathe, even. Detest. Detest! I hate this world! Hate. Is a powerless word on my tongue. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 75 [informant] => BlackandBlue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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