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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost in the mind
[time] => 2004-01-29 09:30:44
[hometext] => The mortal thoughts of a mind scorned by love. What does go through this mind when watching a spider dine.
[bodytext] => I sit at night in candlelight and watch the spider dining Sucking out the poor fly's juices, still the fly keeps whining I watch with fright and great delight at this cruel pantomiming As I sit beside myself in this apothecaries lining Exquisitely your eyes do shine when rolled back into the water Face down and floating, father finds his lone, beloved daughter The sounds last heard in your mortal ears were mine own wicked laughter You thought you loved me once my dear, but truly never after Guillotine's blade drops so fast, your head lies in a basket Eyes stare blankly, face still crying, lying in a casket So swift, so fast, and in a flash, although my laughter masks it I tried to crush your throat my dear, it proved too hard a task Gunshot rings into the night, and still your feet keep slapping I fire twice, I fire thrice, the city still keeps napping Your body lies now in the gutter... life is draining, sapping Your body never found again within the cities mapping I cry myself to tears sometimes, when you are in my mind I tried to kill myself to death, but in my head you shined Pretty face and handsome eyes, no wrinkle yet has lined Your voice still whispers in my head, among the gears that grind The spider stopped, the fly a shell... arachnid now is fed No longer moving, fly lies still, where it at once had bled Like some eternal fuel you were, and I the fire fed I should have listened to the words that you had always said. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Disenchanted_Poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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