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[sid] => 40592
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Coldness of recollection
[time] => 2004-03-28 04:02:26
[hometext] => After reading something on here i am so bloody angry i thought i would post this. I would appreciate comments, bad or good.
[bodytext] => Do you remember when you were three climbing up that big oak tree How about when you were four, when mummy and daddy caught your fall Think ahead to when you were five, when you were special, tender, alive So special you were, but more to one brimming with life, radiant as the sun Walking through my room the memories remain, the house is abandoned but haunted the same Fixated on that one special room, where the darkness and ice, all did consume My place of rest behind that door, gently opening, hearing the call Inside the voices are calling my name frantically, urgently, trying to tame My wandering mind, don't look within, you'll regret what’s to find, horrific sin Do you remember when you were six mummy downstairs taught you to mix Beat and lick the stained bowl, you remember don't you Shouting to stop, don't tread this path, we protected you, shielded you From so much hurt, suffering and pain, don't dare you walk this path again That beautiful white cupboard and 4 poster bed, dresser in the corner, hammers my head Images, becoming clear, seeing people without faces, wandering hands near special places Approaching, coming, they are all so near Reassurance from guardians, nothing to fear Such a beckoning cover, running fingers feel the lace, as the edge of madness slowly I trace I think I remember when I was seven, taught about girls that go to heaven Only the ones that secrets they keep, day after day, week after week Candles a reminder of licking the flame, hot white evil burning the frame Satan’s cup did you drink, slowly penetrating, enjoying each sip Gathering the grapes that grew in my heart You crushed them, got drunk on my pain, as you squeezed the last drop from my life Friends coming around for a drink or two flashbacks of mum, you didn't too Yes you did, consumed did you all, when you were the ones breaking my fall Picking my grapes and squeezing the wine then waiting again till harvest time Candles and red petals were my comfort keeping my personalities in check and tame Time to release, empower and destroy You will now feel the combined power of my own little toy Sadistic and cruel you will feel my demons We shall die together, come, let us feast.... [comments] => 5 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => silent [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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