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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Thanks to her
[time] => 2003-05-20 19:05:00
[hometext] => i hope you enjoy, if not, its cool:), thanks to her i am what i am-11
[bodytext] => Oh yeah , I’m disappointed
Its like She drilled her hands into my heart. Yo, this really sucks To feel pain without feeling it. My body may not bleed by the wounds She inflicted, But my soul is bleeding, And nothing will make it stop. I’m not dead, but I am I am bleeding to a cold, painful death. I will die, As I die, My body cannot shed a tear The deadness of the soul cannot cry. I feel myself being sucked out As if by an invisible vacuum cleaner Taking everything out .. It hurts to see myself slipping away My past, future, wishes, Are taken by a vacuum sway. I am empty and although I may Still live, I am dead Have you ever… Drank the liquid out of a bottle? The physical substance of the bottle Is still intact. But, the substance that made the bottle Illusive and full of life Is gone and the bottle is just empty. I lost my illusive aura. She sunk her fangs into me She drank the liquid out of my bottle. I don’t know the feelings That I Used to feel. My book had been read My banana has been peeled I no longer have a purpose I no longer have my zeal. She told me I had fire in my eyes That is what she wanted I guess, my fire. She wooed me, she became my Venus, I desired But then she just became a narcotic vice And the vacuum of her, my blood has turned to ice Blue, dying, and boring. I have nothing to offer I am as vacant as a room filled with air, I am nothing, cold I am dead I don’t care if I die again. Even though I still walk And even though I still talk And my body still functions And “alive” by all assumptions My soul has left my body And as long as my soul is gone And way from my body I don’t care if I die May a 2nd death kill me, because I Have nothing I am empty, I am dead, I have gone And in me I have no strength to muster And move on. She took it She used it up She is ignorant to my pain Her fickle mind brought my end The sickle the end brought Because of the love for her I sought Because of her everything's been driven All I had , gone, all I could have given Everything i am is now a "were" and its all thanks to her [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 38 [informant] => stateofgray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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