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[sid] => 70519
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Kill Me Gently
[time] => 2004-11-07 15:47:49
[hometext] => Similar to Dust To Dust... It's rather long...
[bodytext] => Take my tears and my blood so red, Submerge me now and kill me dead. There’s nothing in me, an empty shell, I’m burning forever in my own hell. Take rusty nails and pierce my skin, Feel the poison flow from within. It takes me over as my blood runs cold, Painful memories of a tale untold. Austere eyes are sunken and dark, Fade to grey, pale and stark. Windows to a soul you don’t wish to see, Full of empty wishes for what I can’t be. There’s an empty riverbed of unreached dreams, Hollow trees reverberating mournful screams. In this place, dead things are live, The sun always sets at quarter-to-five. The grass is faded, it’s withered and brown, And every single day, 500 children drown. Acid rain falls while skin melts away, Down on broken knee the damned do pray. Pull off fingernails, leave gaping sores, Slice wide the skin, like open doors. Let my blood flow, like liquid glass, Wash away all my pain of the past. Break the skin and leave the scars, I’ll paint your face among the stars. My ink will be the blood you drain, On your hands my blood does stain. Break my arms and break my back, Watch as my skin rots to black. Bite my skin and pull my hair, Strip me down and leave me bare. Leave my scalp bleeding and raw, Flood me with tears, scrub away my flaws. Gouge out my eyes with a black-winged crow, Leave me frozen, buried in snow. Bite off my toes, bite through the bone, Grind up my ribs under a solid stone. With my own intestines, strangle me, Take me prisoner, don’t let me free. Lock me up, a gilded trap, Bend my fingers ‘til every one snaps. Make me pay for all my sins, Take a hatchet to my shins. Make me scream and pray for the end, Prove to me you’re really my friend. I deserve the torture; no less, no more, So let me see what you’ve got in store. Hello God, nice to see you today, I want to shake your hand and say, “Tell me, did you enjoy the show? It’s all your fault, I’ll have you know.” ”You made me weak and so I bawl, I wish I were never born at all. Tell me, Sir, why must I ache? Why is my heart so easy to break?” Kill me gently and bury me deep, Send me off, never ending sleep. Give me a hug and a kiss goodbye, Say that you love me before I die... Say that you love me before I die... Before I die… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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