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Array ( [sid] => 53447 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Fatal Flesh Wound Consisting Of Papercuts & Heartbreaks [time] => 2004-06-24 00:18:44 [hometext] => Warning: This poem is not for those who beleive...may cause severe hatered..... [bodytext] => Yes I pray for it.
Resserection.
The diamond starts gloom in worry.
My blood fllods your hands.
You couldnt care less.
The splinters on my back from hanging on your cross.
Im not your damned savior.
Nothing you can say will be enough.
My blood.
Your razors.
My flesh.
Quit with all the things you say. You know they will never come true. I ahte you and wish you would die. Die now damnit.
I hope you fall. You fall long and hard. Just rot and die in pieces. Watch as my anger consumes me. You were never my damned savior. You left me to die. All those nights I cryed. This is my fatal flesh wound which consists of paper cuts.
and broken hearts.
You consume all of me.
Leave me alone.
Quit inticing me.
The voices wont fade.
What was light is now dark.
I hate you.
Your razors.
My wrist.
My hopes.
My dreams.
Everything. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Mortis-Dark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
A Fatal Flesh Wound Consisting Of Papercuts & Heartbreaks

Contributed by Mortis-Dark on Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 12:18:44 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Yes I pray for it.
Resserection.
The diamond starts gloom in worry.
My blood fllods your hands.
You couldnt care less.
The splinters on my back from hanging on your cross.
Im not your damned savior.
Nothing you can say will be enough.
My blood.
Your razors.
My flesh.
Quit with all the things you say. You know they will never come true. I ahte you and wish you would die. Die now damnit.
I hope you fall. You fall long and hard. Just rot and die in pieces. Watch as my anger consumes me. You were never my damned savior. You left me to die. All those nights I cryed. This is my fatal flesh wound which consists of paper cuts.
and broken hearts.
You consume all of me.
Leave me alone.
Quit inticing me.
The voices wont fade.
What was light is now dark.
I hate you.
Your razors.
My wrist.
My hopes.
My dreams.
Everything.




Copyright © Mortis-Dark ... [ 2004-06-24 00:18:44]
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Re: A Fatal Flesh Wound Consisting Of Papercuts & Heartbreaks (User Rating: 1 )
by STRaNGe_LiNDSeY on Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 12:39:55 AM AEST
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Awesome write MD. Loved it. Keep em coming.
Lindsey


Re: A Fatal Flesh Wound Consisting Of Papercuts & Heartbreaks (User Rating: 1 )
by Pyrofungus on Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 01:12:58 AM AEST
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That's great man...I know how you feel...you express so much anger...keep it up bro

please comment on my work too
Summer


Re: A Fatal Flesh Wound Consisting Of Papercuts & Heartbreaks (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 12:01:10 AM AEST
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Good poem although it saddens me that you are mistaken and believe that Jesus is the cause of all your heartbreak. I'm not going to preach at you because I know that will do no good since you don't know who I am. I will say I understand where you are coming from as I too have blamed Jesus for my problems and thought he didn't care. I will say however that Jesus will ALWAYS love you even when you are at your lowest. I hope you find what you are looking for and I'll be praying for you.

Bobo (Joel)




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