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Array ( [sid] => 49572 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Smell Of Death [time] => 2004-05-29 08:24:14 [hometext] => this a poem i wrote about makeing people pay for there dirty work....... [bodytext] => This me
Who i am
A freak
A walking freakshow
Made fun of by all who see me

Look into my eyes
Can you see the pain
The hurt you create
That burns into my mind
I will get my revenge

Just a regular day at school for you
But to me its another day in hell
Float past the lockers
Crawl into my hole to hide
To get away from your taunts

Not today
Today is my day
I get to pay you all back for all of your hurt
Pull the gun out of my jean pocket
Fire it at will

Random shots in each direction
Bodies crumpling to the floor
Blood smeard across the lockers
You all scream in horror
I smile

Now that my work is done
What do i do now
I put the gun to my head
Hand on the trigger
Dead

This was for all that you have done to me
For all the pain you caused
I came back and took up my revenge
Pulled the trigger
The smell of death

The smell i craved
I waited this long
To finnally let it overcome me
That sweet sweet smell
Of a final breath

Dead today
Dead tomorow
I paid my dept to society
No more hurt no more no more
Nevermore [comments] => 4 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 59 [informant] => TwEeK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
The Smell Of Death

Contributed by TwEeK on Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 08:24:14 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems



This me
Who i am
A freak
A walking freakshow
Made fun of by all who see me

Look into my eyes
Can you see the pain
The hurt you create
That burns into my mind
I will get my revenge

Just a regular day at school for you
But to me its another day in hell
Float past the lockers
Crawl into my hole to hide
To get away from your taunts

Not today
Today is my day
I get to pay you all back for all of your hurt
Pull the gun out of my jean pocket
Fire it at will

Random shots in each direction
Bodies crumpling to the floor
Blood smeard across the lockers
You all scream in horror
I smile

Now that my work is done
What do i do now
I put the gun to my head
Hand on the trigger
Dead

This was for all that you have done to me
For all the pain you caused
I came back and took up my revenge
Pulled the trigger
The smell of death

The smell i craved
I waited this long
To finnally let it overcome me
That sweet sweet smell
Of a final breath

Dead today
Dead tomorow
I paid my dept to society
No more hurt no more no more
Nevermore




Copyright © TwEeK ... [ 2004-05-29 08:24:14]
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Re: The Smell Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 09:08:51 AM AEST
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Wow,...... very very powerful words you have expressed in this poem,

Brilliantly written,

Pixie xx


Re: The Smell Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by WorthlesSanity666 on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 05:55:52 PM AEST
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I wrote something kinda like this once. Nice job. I like the smell of death, blood, and decay too! yum. Good write.


Re: The Smell Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by movax on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 11:47:40 AM AEST
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Strong emotions. Excellent


Re: The Smell Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by MrMojoRisin on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 11:08:16 PM AEST
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Wow, such a good read. Sometimes i feel maybe a little similar ;). But only in words. I truly enjoyed this one, Keep on truckin.




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