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[sid] => 82660
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Blessing of Sir Frost
[time] => 2005-02-02 16:00:37
[hometext] => Jack Frost brings and takes the cold. The Devil is red and he burns you.
[bodytext] => It's cold, but not freezing..the warm can be seen and is enjoying the teasing. My eyelids seem to be craving.. the blessing of Sir Frost, lick the ice from the paving, to feel at any cost. Take ahold of both pieces.. weld, freeze both together.. so that vision may cease, my eyes see again never. . Poor blind children, without knowledge they play, near by is Satan, to take them away. To take their innocents straight from their mouths.. like you could candy, from a baby.. To corrupt their stable states of mind, converting calm to frenzy. Such candy was stolen from my broken fingers.. ice was my heart, then he turned it to cinders. I tried to keep hold of my sweet... with a grip as hard as solid concrete But the Devil is strong and my bones are brittle, the strength needed to break every bone was so little. An innocent fool no more was me.. a rendered soul, sure soon to be. and so the rot did not take it's time.. to peel and pierce this cold heart of mine. Within my flesh..it devoured parts whole, re-shaped, re-named large parts of my soul. I watched my weak soul try it's hardest.. ..all was lost..it was no match for the darkness. Lying became my tongue, and Liar became my name. Hate the songs i sung with vice around the frame. Blind was now my way of seeing.. Silent...the way of being. Smoke was to fill my lungs.. as my eyes strayed to the demon tongues My stomach lining made a good friend, Poison swore to be true till the end. Good things come to those who wait... and bad to those who moan and hate. Also to those who've waited too long, and who's wills to live are far from strong. I would say to you now...that..I hope tomorrow.. I do not wake... And I choke in my sleep on this deleterious hate. But I'm afraid it's fashion..these days, to bleed. I'd be just another adolescent..unbelieved. I'd die for you all, if God..loves self would just give me the chance, I'd slave deep in hell, and never give happiness another glance. If God..loves self, wished it that way, Forever in Hell I would burn.. I would pay. If God..loves self...will give me what i deserve.. He should slit every organ and melt every curve He should let me boil whilst those I hate stand by so they can watch me, laugh, chant as I die.... Lying became my tongue, and Liar became my name. Hate the songs i sung with vice around the frame. Death became my wish..and now im drowning deep in shame. Im bleeding from the outside in and its only me to blame. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Deleterious_Dislike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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