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I watch the last bite of life fade from her face.
Her lips slowly turn purple and I rejoice in her pain.
I laughed to myself in out.
I told her this would be the only way she could leave.

What I mess I have to clean.
The blood on the walls.
The fingernails in the seam.
The hair and the prints.

Ive finally done it.
Killed the one who created me.
Smothered her out of my life.
Although when I do she will haunt me again.

There no doubt she is keeping my seat warm.
In the bowels of hell.
No matter what She will never leave.
Like a tick on a leach thats plugged into me.

The darkness has consumed her body.
At the bottom of my basements wept.
The soil covered her nicely.
She's packed in real good.

Now it's time to venture.
Into the unknown.
For when I stick this white pill beneath my mouth.
My body will state Cyanide.
I covered the scent with formeldyehide.
Now I shall sleep.
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Twisted Tale Of The Dark

Contributed by Mortis-Dark on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 09:14:25 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

She is turning pale white.
I watch the last bite of life fade from her face.
Her lips slowly turn purple and I rejoice in her pain.
I laughed to myself in out.
I told her this would be the only way she could leave.

What I mess I have to clean.
The blood on the walls.
The fingernails in the seam.
The hair and the prints.

Ive finally done it.
Killed the one who created me.
Smothered her out of my life.
Although when I do she will haunt me again.

There no doubt she is keeping my seat warm.
In the bowels of hell.
No matter what She will never leave.
Like a tick on a leach thats plugged into me.

The darkness has consumed her body.
At the bottom of my basements wept.
The soil covered her nicely.
She's packed in real good.

Now it's time to venture.
Into the unknown.
For when I stick this white pill beneath my mouth.
My body will state Cyanide.
I covered the scent with formeldyehide.
Now I shall sleep.
An eternal slumber.

Copyright © Mortis-Dark ... [ 2004-06-30 21:14:25]
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Re: Twisted Tale Of The Dark (User Rating: 1 )
by wikedladi on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 09:34:49 PM AEST
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WOW! this is a GREAT poem!! i really like how you describe killing her! And how even though you have she still will haunt you!
hope things aren't really looking that bad for you!
keep up the good work!

Re: Twisted Tale Of The Dark (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 05:34:40 AM AEST
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This poem is born, in my opinion, of a mixture of issues and inspiration. Killing your own mother?? What kind of fantasy is that?

Poetic licence apart, I'm glad you expound this deviancy here, rather than acting it out for real . . .

Well executed.

Re: Twisted Tale Of The Dark (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 06:23:14 AM AEST
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wow,great write.

pixie xx

Re: Twisted Tale Of The Dark (User Rating: 1 )
by Soulless on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 07:38:06 PM AEST
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Wow, what a poem. Filled to the brim with its own uniquness. I love how the descriptions of murder just crawl under my skin even after reading it for the fifth time. I love peoms that make me look for deeper meaning, after reading it a couple times it loosened some knots of confusion in my head. A beautiful masterpiece.!!

Kisses,
~Soulless~

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