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[title] => Leather Gargoyle
[time] => 2005-01-16 01:24:19
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[bodytext] => The water feels so good rolling down my back But all of me knows that it is fast becoming cold I look down at myself and I see that I’m alone I don’t have a lover and I don’t have a hand to hold I live up in my head and I have a lot of pretty pictures with me I remember the first time I saw a child when I no longer was one He was hugging his mother and I don’t know why But as for me, the last time I saw my mother was down the barrel of a gun The water is my friend because it doesn’t know when to end Slow destroyer and quick cleanser, you engulf me You love me from the top of my neck to the tips of my fingers But I know that this can only be temporary I saw a priest rape a kid in the confession booth I saw a girl siphon a man because she had nowhere to go and nothing to wear But my tears are black and my heart is crafted of ash I look in the mirror and I know that I will never care The water has lost its soul and oh God it’s freezing in here I think I’ll slit my wrists just to keep me alive A leather gargoyle is just the imagination of the people in my dream Only I am real to me, and if I can’t die then life is a lie What will you say when the kid grows up to be a rapist too? I really hate my generation and I really hate my creator You can spit on me all you want but you’ll never quench my fire Because I make my home in your mind and it is your hatred that makes me greater [comments] => 3 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kratur [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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