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[sid] => 78236
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Killed my freind
[time] => 2005-01-02 23:41:22
[hometext] => this one is a little old, i jus changed in a bit befor i posted it, one of my first times writng dark stuff
[bodytext] => When i see him, my anger builds to rage Why did he betray me? we were freinds, Revenge will be sweet, he needs to pay The ultimate price, his blood will taste sweet As i finish my plan and select the knife I think of the irony, the love lost We now hate the other, die in mere seconds Sadly, i will feel no sympathy for this new Judas His deed is unspeakable and must be avenged As i creep through the night, the anticipation builds I grip the knife tighter and remind myself That this murder has to happen, blood needs to spill As i see his house i start to cry, we were Friends But i am incapable of forgiveness, i gather strength As i approach his window, my moves unheard I can hear his agony, drowning in hard liqour I find him, desprately draining another bottle As i say his name, i can see the terror in his eyes He tries to escape but the alcohol has captured his mind He trips, it is time for him to pay, to late for apologies He starts to beg, somehow hoping it will help Tears start to form in my eyes as i grasp my knife Realizing all hope is lost, he starts to laugh Insanely he laughs as he cries helplessly I raise my knife preparing for the death of my ex Friend His blood pours out of his neck as the knife passes through The blood taste bitter, my Friend died by my hand As i look at my hands, i see his blood, mixed with my tears As i fall to my knees i grasp my knife preparing for the last cut I raise the knife cursing god and myself as if they were the same I lower the knife and tear my heart with it There will be no heaven for my tortured soul, just eternal damnation [comments] => 5 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blacksabbath026 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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