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[aid] => mick
[title] => he is not a monster, he's just like you
[time] => 2004-10-02 13:00:44
[hometext] => truth
[bodytext] => grey space filled in with red (too often) when sanity runs low dwindling or was it draining? feels like a drain always pulling inward collapsing feels like i'm going mad (and it doesn't feel so bad) doesn't hurt like i thought it would just an affirmation of a fleeting notion that i've already forgotten at night (or early morning) after the deeds are done i sit and paint the page with pain immortalizing immoral moments when screams of pain and pleas of mercy sound sweeter to me than the three empty words that others yearn to hear (not like them) that's what i used to think but maybe more like them than i could ever guess only my monster is closer to the surface my demons aren't so complacent their howling is not so easily quelled all those years felt like falling but really i was ascending rising above rising beyond the mediocore self-denial the hypocritical surface values that others wear to impress their peers evolving like a vacuum collapsing inward to embrace the Beast of the Hollow the dark place inside that we all fear where we try to hide our Core the beasts that wear no masks the drooling hulking freaks that reflect our true natures going inside to rise above (i may be a monster but i am not a liar) crimson rainbows after the storm dripping with guilt i cannot feel conscience, a mask discarded this will never go away in shadows, lurking a dirty window into the psyche of the masses the thoughts no one admits to having the desires no one dares to sate the dark side that they all fear to show when i am caught you'll call me evil sick and psychotic and condemn me to die all the while trying to drown out the voice inside covering it with the noise you surround yourself with smothering it with busy schedules and sitcoms but the voice is always there whispering the truth you fear, "he's not so different in fact, he's just like you" [comments] => 5 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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