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Array ( [sid] => 72983 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => No Title... [time] => 2004-11-24 11:08:13 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My dilated pupils are much like the black scrying mirrors...
& surrounded by a network of irriatted fine scarlet lines against a white background...
I whisper here in the dark, alone...
I whisper through my teeth..
And sitting in the silence
I hear whut they dare not speak.
..& I bleed,
..I bleed like over-ripe Berries,
slithering down my legs
& staining my skin in shades of Bruised purples...
..perplexed...
..Whineing & screaming..
As the thoughts buzz in my head like 27 vexed wasps
Caught in a butterfly net.
All these unclear visions,
A milky white
Like Cataracts in the eyes of lies..
..So hard to see through...
My fevered Imagination goes on...
I try & drown it out
But i still hear it.
I try to scratch it away..
But i still feel it...
..Still sitting there watching me..
I see her,
over there,
..In the corner.
...She wears a voodoo pin filled heart on her sleeve
& she's stotic inside...
..My love..
She feeds me Strawberries & Cyanide.
She makes my scabs itch,
She makes my nerves twitch.
...But i love her...
...how i do love her...

(C) Dominick Destruction 2004 [comments] => 6 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Dominick-destruction [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
No Title...

Contributed by Dominick-destruction on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 11:08:13 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



My dilated pupils are much like the black scrying mirrors...
& surrounded by a network of irriatted fine scarlet lines against a white background...
I whisper here in the dark, alone...
I whisper through my teeth..
And sitting in the silence
I hear whut they dare not speak.
..& I bleed,
..I bleed like over-ripe Berries,
slithering down my legs
& staining my skin in shades of Bruised purples...
..perplexed...
..Whineing & screaming..
As the thoughts buzz in my head like 27 vexed wasps
Caught in a butterfly net.
All these unclear visions,
A milky white
Like Cataracts in the eyes of lies..
..So hard to see through...
My fevered Imagination goes on...
I try & drown it out
But i still hear it.
I try to scratch it away..
But i still feel it...
..Still sitting there watching me..
I see her,
over there,
..In the corner.
...She wears a voodoo pin filled heart on her sleeve
& she's stotic inside...
..My love..
She feeds me Strawberries & Cyanide.
She makes my scabs itch,
She makes my nerves twitch.
...But i love her...
...how i do love her...

(C) Dominick Destruction 2004




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Re: No Title... (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 11:09:07 AM AEST
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very good dark write, you have a very unique style,

pixie x


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by bonita2689 on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 04:30:06 PM AEST
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twisted however so alluring... beautifully strange and wondrous


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by emystar on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 05:10:42 PM AEST
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Very creative writing.
Awesomely written.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy


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by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 07:07:32 PM AEST
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very interesting. =]


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by NobodySpecial on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 10:18:11 PM AEST
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the beginning kinda reminded me of somebody tweaking. Very good write.


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by EternalNight4x on Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 02:08:32 PM AEST
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a very creative and interesting write...well written keep on posting




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