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[aid] => mick
[title] => Twisted Symphony
[time] => 2005-01-24 07:44:54
[hometext] => I dwell in darkness, once I loved now I am a faded version of my former self....Alone cold and lost just the way I always feel.
[bodytext] => Twisted Symphony Tears of anguish drip from a sodden chin, Agony ripples through a weary frame, Great red droplets well from recent gashes, I want to rip away the layers of deceit, Tear away the caked up guilt, My hand grips a cold hard blade, In a death like unyielding grasp, I am tense all over wishing for an end, Willing my self to make the final slash, To dig in and pry out the twisted hate, You have turned me into something dead, Stolen my true feelings and left me empty, Your eyes bore deep into my soul, Drinking in all that I had to offer, Raping me dry leaving a shell, Then you turned and walked away, All you left me was your fading back, So now I use this blade to twist out life, To carve away existence forever, The floor is slick with tears of blood, Flesh hangs bone glistens sinew bulges, I do not care anymore you have taken that from me, Your heartlessness has violated my inner being, And left me foul and retched, A rasping sound echoes as the blade saws, I scream but find nothing in my actions, Nothing worth holding on to, No will left anymore, I rip my eyes out of their sockets, Gouts of gore spurt from empty hollows, Yet your sickening beauty lingers in my heart, How I wish I could erase you from within, My back slides down the wall leaving a bloody smudge, As my head bounces twice upon a cold hard surface, I have run out of time I could not purge you completely, My body is almost empty yet I am still haunted, Must I die to be free of your unearthly lies? As the last of my fluids empty out onto the floor, I asked for redemption but I was denied, Love played me like a fiddle, And death was her ballad. By Sapphire_Blue My blood flows in Mysteries tide. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sapphire_Blue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 21 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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