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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Freak Show
[time] => 2002-12-07 05:30:00
[hometext] => This is how I feel sometimes... used.
[bodytext] => These burns are infected
Oozing pus and hauntingly bright red I am numbed to the pain And the burns speak volumes If they could talk They'd be screaming My arm looks abnormal So I'm thrown on a stage I'm a freak show Told to entertain Showing off my cuts And infected burns The salty tears do not flow, But the stage is bathed By my swiftly flowing blood My body covered with scars And the audience almost drooling In their perverted pleasure I dance across the stage Like some showgirl, Like some showgirl And the audience throws flowers As I draw pictures on myself The more I hurt, the more they enjoy They cast their beady eyes Towards the stage, The stage of broken dreams and shattered hearts I want to leave, But the whip lashes out And I stagger back My whole body aches with pain My heart struggles to beat Laced with scar tissue I see their hateful eyes Only glowing with pleasure When I shriek in pain I'm the freak in freak show It's time to end both So I slice my jugular As the crowd cheers Like they've won a victory And their spittle bathes me My body is destroyed and weakened, But my eyes are defiant and hateful And I stare at the audience Caressing them with guilt And the audience leaves And I'm tossed into the sewer To make way for the new freak [comments] => 3 [counter] => 267 [topic] => 6 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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