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[sid] => 65251
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Battered and Broken...
[time] => 2004-09-26 16:59:03
[hometext] => Another write of anguish, abuse, and a desperate attempt for freedom... VERY long! Sorry! Comments are very appreciated, thanky ou so much!
[bodytext] => Words are spoken, But never heard... Tears are shed, But no one cares... Just another brick in the wall, Nothing special about me... Silently dying, Inwardly crying, As your bitter arms wrap around me... I can't show my anguish to you, You'll only put me down some more... Soft whispers of how much you love me, How you'll be mine forever, How you'll never hurt me, How much you want to **** me... My stomach lurches, plunges sickeningly... And I can't help but hate you more... I hide my emotions with a blank mask, You see no effect... Your obscene words haven't broken me yet... Anger, searing, white-hot rage churning in you, Ready to rupture... Now is when, like every other day, I fear for my life... And yet, let it end... A private, desperate plea for my long-awaited freedom, For my existance to cease... Never be remembered, never be cried over... I don't care anymore, God, just let it end... But He doesn't hear me, He still keeps me here in the "Master's" unyeilding clutch... That's what he wants me to call him, Master... I ignore his gaze, Feeling the sting in my eyes, Tears are near, on the verge... I pulled the trigger, The volcano has ruptured... "B****, LOOK AT ME! SLAP... searing, stinging collision, flesh against flesh... My strength wavers, but I regain control... "I won't lose this time..." I whisper meekly... Shock and amusement masks your revolting face, A cruel smile playing on your lips... "I'm sorry... I couldn't hear you, what was that?" You mock me, play with my strings, push my buttons... All of the hate, all of the pain I feel towards you, That I have kept locked away inside, Is now purged, rid of... "I said I'm not going to lose this time! I hate you! I won't be your wretched slave any longer!!" I scream, I yell, A strength and a will I thought I never possessed... Your amusement is gone, Now a look of pure loathing, disgust... You hit me again and again, Adding more bruises to my already battered body... Throw me across the room, Pinning me against a wall, crushing me... "You think you can beat me? Huh? You're just a little whore, a piece of ****... Nothing else..." Your face is barely an inch away from mine, I can smell your putrid breath, You've been drinking again... You told me you'd stop... But, like everything else, that was a lie too... "You're a *** whore, a worthless *****, just like your mother..." Something awok inside of me, In the depths of my dark soul... Something sinister, something relentless... You lick your lips hungrily, Waiting for me to retaliate, Patiently waiting for me to strike back... My body's trembling, convulsing vehemently, Tears of anger cascade down my flushed cheeks, Biting through my chapped lips... "Go to hell, bastard..." My voice, thick with loathing and rage, Echoes through the room... You stare blankly in my eyes, Searching for fear, For weakness that you can grab on to, So you can put me lower in the ground... There is nothing... You can do nothing but hit me again, Trying to regain your power over me, Live up to your name... In recklessness, you strike me again and again, I can taste the metallic flavor of my own blood, Seeping through my mouth, tainting the floor... I laugh through it all, Relishing in your desperate need to defeat me... I am boundless, I am free... The slave has fought against the Master, The chains have been removed... Darkness is close by, And I welcome it... Your mouth is moving, But I cannot hear your words... You strike me again, Your face contorted with rage... I laugh, oh how I laugh!! Freedom is so near, This life of mine will only be a memory... "I hate you... I hate you father... You will never get my forgiveness..." Words pour forth, Finally heard... Tears of happiness descend, And you start to care... A smile of bliss, A final sigh... I am your slave no longer... Your toy is gone forever... My death is my freedom... I can finally rest... [comments] => 5 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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