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[aid] => mick
[title] => Corrupted Mind.
[time] => 2004-09-29 15:02:45
[hometext] => Ah, how disturbingly beautiful my insane mind is... Just random thoughts again. Comments very apreciated, thank you!
[bodytext] => My mind, a beautiful corrputed thing, Intoxicated by Life's poisonus touch... Sinful I have been, foresaken I am... Never to understand what true happiness is... Thoughts of death, destruction, an ending to all things that I hate... The Voices whisper quietly inside, Telling me of all the things I could do... Foreboding and dark, Emotions run wild in this lifeless body... Thoughts of him, That roaring flame that will never waver... Desire, lust, passion, My skin trembles everytime his image floods this fevered mind... Memories of the past flooding my eyes, Crystalline tears trail across my cheeks... I drown, Great torrents of painful recollections stealing my breath... I try to swim away from it all, But the waves just get bigger... Finally, I stop trying, Surrendering myself to the blue oblivion below... Quiet, surreal, boundless... Such a delicious feeling, The closest I will ever get to Freedom... Insane, you must be thinking... A disturbed mind in a wretched body, you say... Believe what you want, Assume things that your mind has created... Judge me until you are fully satisfyed... But honestly, I really don't give a damn... Just a pawn in your game of chess, Nothing of high importance... I am your personal enemy, To release hate, to rid you of the anger and pain you feel inside... So lost in life, that it doesn't matter to me anymore, If I die, if I live my life, invisible, Dead to the world.... A ghost to the living... Like I was always meant to be... I am nothing to you, I am beneath you, dirt, scum... But I shove it all inside, Deep within, where no one can find it... Don't touch it! Just let it set in, Seep through me, Let it BECOME a part of me... Darkness is present, and I welcome it... Only in my mind, I can be who I truly am... Only in my corrupted mind, can I be free... [comments] => 4 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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