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[aid] => mick
[title] => Inner Rage
[time] => 2004-03-03 21:32:22
[hometext] => I dare him to confront me. He doesn't know whats in my soul.
[bodytext] => Regularly I walk out from my everyday affair with mindless gestures. The day has already swarmed me with its conflicts. The lies and conspiracy’s surround my mind clouding my judgments. I see her with her lover. How dare he show his face at my domain? The rumors that echoed in my mind have finally brought me to the truth. The day’s confrontations and struggles have come to a climax. He has come to confront me and taunt me with his accomplishments. I dart from my position leaving my companions; they know my thoughts. I weave in and out through the busses and through cars. I hide behind a lifted 4x4 conceiving my plan. As I watch and play with my mind I see his fatal error and hers. As a loving and taunting gesture they kiss passionately praying for me to catch a glimpse. Her and her accomplices look toward the door waiting for my reaching. I sit back against the tires of the truck and begin to call upon my inner demons. My friends sit and wonder how I can do this? I look to the sky and call upon darkness to control me. I cry out inside for war! The sky clouds black with lighting striking my position. The earth erupts in the cry for war. The demons exit there portal and enter my soul. My eyes roll back into my head looking at my inner strength now. My body shakes with eternal rage and madness. My muscles tighten and grown stronger. My soul erupts in flames and my mind cast dark images of murder through my mind. My body feels the anticipation of warfare. Overwhelmed with anger I rise to fight. I confidently walk up behind my enemy. My friends see the fire that grows in my eyes and my soul. They do not stop me from inevitability. Darkness fills my souls and my eyes black as night. My mind and body commit to murder. I creep up behind him while he taunts the doors which he thinks I will appear from. My blood rushes throughout my body. Every bone, every cell, and every muscle prepares itself for the kill. My arms wrap tightly around his neck. I see his mouth move and the screams from the crowd but there is no sound. His friends in reaction beat me in my back but to no effect. I watch his colors change as I see the faces of horror upon everyone’s face. Hearing her cry out his name breaks me. I jerk my hands as hard as I can and feel his body go limp. I release my grip and stand up. I realize that I enjoyed killing him. With a bloody smile I turn to her and say, “I’ll be waiting for you in hell.” Silence falls upon the crowd. I look at all their faces and laugh hysterically. I pull my pencil from my pocket and with a quick ignorant thrust jam it into my throat. And drag it across as far as I can get my skin to rip. With an ever so sweet feeling I fall to my knees. I fall on the ground in a puddle of mixed blood. Lying there for those last few precious seconds I wish to kill again.
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Inner Rage
Contributed by
JTS
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Wednesday, 3rd March 2004 @ 09:32:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Regularly I walk out from my everyday affair with mindless gestures. The day has already swarmed me with its conflicts. The lies and conspiracy’s surround my mind clouding my judgments. I see her with her lover. How dare he show his face at my domain? The rumors that echoed in my mind have finally brought me to the truth. The day’s confrontations and struggles have come to a climax. He has come to confront me and taunt me with his accomplishments. I dart from my position leaving my companions; they know my thoughts. I weave in and out through the busses and through cars. I hide behind a lifted 4x4 conceiving my plan. As I watch and play with my mind I see his fatal error and hers. As a loving and taunting gesture they kiss passionately praying for me to catch a glimpse. Her and her accomplices look toward the door waiting for my reaching. I sit back against the tires of the truck and begin to call upon my inner demons. My friends sit and wonder how I can do this? I look to the sky and call upon darkness to control me. I cry out inside for war! The sky clouds black with lighting striking my position. The earth erupts in the cry for war. The demons exit there portal and enter my soul. My eyes roll back into my head looking at my inner strength now. My body shakes with eternal rage and madness. My muscles tighten and grown stronger. My soul erupts in flames and my mind cast dark images of murder through my mind. My body feels the anticipation of warfare. Overwhelmed with anger I rise to fight. I confidently walk up behind my enemy. My friends see the fire that grows in my eyes and my soul. They do not stop me from inevitability. Darkness fills my souls and my eyes black as night. My mind and body commit to murder. I creep up behind him while he taunts the doors which he thinks I will appear from. My blood rushes throughout my body. Every bone, every cell, and every muscle prepares itself for the kill. My arms wrap tightly around his neck. I see his mouth move and the screams from the crowd but there is no sound. His friends in reaction beat me in my back but to no effect. I watch his colors change as I see the faces of horror upon everyone’s face. Hearing her cry out his name breaks me. I jerk my hands as hard as I can and feel his body go limp. I release my grip and stand up. I realize that I enjoyed killing him. With a bloody smile I turn to her and say, “I’ll be waiting for you in hell.” Silence falls upon the crowd. I look at all their faces and laugh hysterically. I pull my pencil from my pocket and with a quick ignorant thrust jam it into my throat. And drag it across as far as I can get my skin to rip. With an ever so sweet feeling I fall to my knees. I fall on the ground in a puddle of mixed blood. Lying there for those last few precious seconds I wish to kill again.
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Re: Inner Rage
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by Remy on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 04:14:21 PM AEST
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whoa... now this is something for the books! dark wisted imagery, love how paint the scene full of color in this. good writing! ;0)
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Re: Inner Rage
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by doug on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 09:48:53 PM AEST
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| a vivd picture of revenge and hatred , there are a lot of us i think who have wanted to do this very thing. very good , i like the way you leave her alive to suffer in loss. good work , your friend doug |
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Re: Inner Rage
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by deathdrop on
Sunday, 7th March 2004 @ 06:39:04 AM AEST
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you defently should start writing in books, i'd certainly be in the front of the que to by it anyway!
well done! |
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Re: Inner Rage
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 04:35:01 AM AEST
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ah booooooo, ah boooooooooo
OOOOW yeah!!!!!
Rowan has a crazy face! u better believe it pooo poo yeah
Cos i say Rowan has a crazy face!!!!!!
COSA HE HAS A KAAAAH-RAAAAY-ZZEEEE
FACE!!!!!
And everybody wants some of his face
COS HIS FACE IS CRAAAAAAAAAAAAZED!
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