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[sid] => 3430
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Dock
[time] => 2002-09-06 07:00:09
[hometext] => Yessssss. Hope u likey!
[bodytext] => I walk along the dock
Nothing seems quite right I feel out of place Like I don't belong So I find a place to sit down So I plop down feeling sort of silly Like a clown Every little sound is magnified I close my eyes Blocking out my world Trying to block out my life I open them again... failing I feel eyes on me, But only a cause of my paranoia No one can see I see a boat coming towards me It swerves, just in time And soaks me with its spray I sit still like an idol And let my clothes Cling to my body A wind laps over me Drying my skin It becomes hard It peels and cracks Opens up and bleeds I don't move Just let the pain wash over me I vaguely hear the screams As my body... or maybe My will, my desire to live Dies....... Its carcass lying on the dock Opened and bleeding For all to see They throw money I've become a freak show As I die, As I die A little more each second Sick of these feelings Why don't they ***** off? And go haunt some other morbid creature Just leave me alone I've been pestered and tortured enough I don't have an ounce of strength left [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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