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[sid] => 81630
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => pretty girl?
[time] => 2005-01-26 20:00:41
[hometext] => i usually read this poem really fast and paranoid... its really self explanitory.
[bodytext] => broken glass- red blood- and voices finally silenced. -seven years bad luck- just can't take that look anymore, her blue eyes starring back at me, those eyes that see what i refuse to see, that have seen what lies deep within my mind, those eyes that know those dark things i've done, saw so deep within. i cracked her face, the shards of glass now surround the floor, attempt to make her stay no more. my blood dripping, draining from me, bleed to make her go away, bleed because i cannot stay. her look pierces so deep- deep within my soul- and tells me things i just can't control. she knows my fears, and tells me things i don't want to hear. i have to get her out of my head, out of my mind, to say what i've said. i scream just to try and drown out the sound, her voice- that voice i cannot stop. never silence, no clearity, no more control the mirror, that broken mirror, her broken face, shaddered to the floor. she will only return, she won't be gone for long, if i'm right, or if i'm wrong, i just don't know anymore. her voice makes it hard to think, just need to get her out. we are too connected now, there is no me without her... and perhaps no her without me. and so for clarity... the glass, already wearing my blood, that sharp glass that cuts so deep, the glass that contains her face, the face that cuts me, kills me, chills me she is in that mirror, now shaddered on my floor, and if she is to be no more, the glass, pick it up, needs more blood she needs my blood, i need her gone one solution nothing else her face of glass against my wrist it is death that i have kissed. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 36 [informant] => hardcoreputa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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