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[title] => keep your children off the street after dark
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[bodytext] => in the darkest of night when there is no moonlight to be found in the deep black pit you call a sky, i sit there in my bed. the lights are dim, the family lay asleep. my eyes gaze at nothing in particular but all i see, is red. a dark hole where the neck of a man should be. cold as snow, his body lays there, blood still seeping from the wound. pressing down on the gas pedal so hard it pains my own feet. cracking the skull, breaking the bones, squishing the very body of a girl i suddenly found to be not so favorable. and most of all, lifting the black as night aluminum bat that rests against my bed. aching, pleading to be swung with a force much greater than me. hitting against the face of the man i detest to the fullest extent of my being. his skull nearly broken, his teeth caving in, i continuously slam the tip of the bat into his mouth so he could scream no more. then, snap. i’m back. the room still quiet with only the humming of the tv to break the silence, the lights still dim, no bodies, no blood, no broken bones, no lives vanished, no funerals or tombstones. only the flowers and serenity of my home, and then, i turn and see the blinding red numbers and realize that my catatonic state was a mere few seconds. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 272 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Navahoe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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