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[sid] => 30776
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Every Sore Re-opened
[time] => 2004-01-05 00:12:12
[hometext] => * I was inspired by bobotheclown to write this, so I did, and then he edited it... Here is the final copy. I hope you enjoy it!*
[bodytext] => My eyes are brimming with tears, Burning down my face a simple Trace of blood so fine, so red Runs down my back on to the floor My wrists tied to the bed, bruised and bleeding Your belt finds its mark bringing pain And re-opening my every sore My eyes are brimming with tears, Burning down my face a simple Trace of blood so fine, so red Runs down my back on to the floor My wrists tied to the bed, bruised and bleeding Your belt finds its mark bringing pain And re-opening my every sore I look at my self in the mirror Not sure who or what I see A beautiful women I was now... I'm hardly alive Bags of tiredness underline my eyes A mummy is what I look like, My cheeks are stained red from hundreds of tears Running like blood down my face Soaking in a hot bath the stinging pain returns Along with the guilt I thought I had chased away I pray this will stop and he will finally kill me Throwing me in a ice cold lake to freeze In that will eventually become my grave. Walking in the snow leaving behind a trail of blood, Falling from time to time hoping to dull the pain I lie on a snow bank listening to music The snowflakes falling, hoping to find a happy place Not one which reminds me of my scars and failures, But finally he finds me seeing my footsteps and droplets of blood I wake up to his terrible voice berating and calling out my name My knees weak and face frightened Running for elusive shelter which I cannot find He laughs seeing my pain and fright He takes off his belt, rips off my shirt, and Tosses me in the snow I hear the wind whistling around me The demons coming back to laugh and gloat The sounds of the tearing of my skin And my screaming which shakes the night There's not much left right now except pain Feeling its harder to breathe I beg for him to stop Knowing that wont help my screams carried away by the wind My tears freeze to my face My blood stains the snow Slowly I feel my soul start to break away and rise above My every sore has been re-opened My final second alive One last final breath And finally I'm free No more pain, no more bleeding. ©Care [comments] => 3 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Carebear [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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