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[aid] => Mick
[title] => the moors
[time] => 2003-07-11 20:05:00
[hometext] => the sorrow of a serial killer, who killed the one he loved
[bodytext] => mist choked moors bear witness to madness, bereft of guilt my dagger poised at your ivory throat plunged in up to the hilt passionately spurting your blood, it floods the moors never to be set free, from my destiny to kill and spill the blood of whores broken-heart avenger agony dispenser the splitter of throats and thighs the price you pay for the games you play and all your ***** lies a psychopath i scheme and dream of your impending death alone on the moors where i lure the whores and hack and slash 'til there's Nothing Left Nothing Left of you you were a jewel in the dead garden a diamond in the sand love, perfection, happiness all held within my hand careless and giddy with new found joy i let you slip away your wicked charms led you to other arms and our love died that day and you, too, died that day kneeling by your body your throat open like a shallow grave and even in your death, my love i still remain a slave to memories that know no sleep and regret that will not die on my knees in the rain that pours down like this pain i plead forgiveness to a godless sky age ushers in wisdom now, old and broken, i understand that i've been dead ever since the day the blood of love forever stained my hands every day, i do regret killing you, the final whore and every night, by the pale moonlight my dreams return me to the moors i walk amongst the unmarked graves that i filled with blood smeared glee arriving at last, to this scar of my past where i wept as i watched you bleed growing old and nearing death i still reflect on my time with you and though my body still clings to life i buried my heart with you yes, on those moors of misery i killed myself through you [comments] => 6 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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