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[sid] => 90684
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => NATAS: The SIx Headed Goat
[time] => 2005-04-11 23:56:48
[hometext] => ~step inside, the delusions of the mind~
[bodytext] => NATAS:The Six Headed Goat hello....my name is natas im a goat here on the toxic farms. i like to play,all day i just run and play. why i play on the fields with the snakes and shields,i play in the cave where the water drips all day. i have six heads and i dont know why.they like to talk to me and never tell lies. mommy says all my heads make me special cause there are no goats in all the toxic farms that have so many heads in fact there are no goats at all on this farm because they all DIED! so i guess that makes me even more unique.my mommy buried herself up to her head,cause she says shes dead, but she still talks to me and i believe that she'll love me til the day she really dies.... im in a box! im in a box! drip drip drip all is lost..... one day on the toxic farms this white shadow stuck a needle in my arm,he didnt mean me harm...i sure hope not,but he did stop and he does it again every 6 on the clock. i call him "Mr.Needles" and he has 2 beautiful girls that follow his every move the "RedX divas" Mr.Needles tells me such nice stories about how im gonna grow up to be a strong healthy goat *BRaIded ROpe AroUnd THe THroAt! CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE!* and how ill have li'l strong goat babies one of these days when im older..so says the head on my shoulder...his name is gary... beep beep beep when will it cease beep beep beep.... after my visits with Mr.Needles i go see the toxic farms farmer he is such a nice man,he pets me and strokes me and sometimes cries on me.. i wonder why hes so sad? maybe its the tubes extending from his head and around his bed just like gary said mommy wishes she was dead...dead...dead...dead.... *oh god please come back to us..oh god oh god oh god* one day while i was jumping thru the waste water i saw a flash in my left eye,then a flash in my right...oh the light it was so bright i could barley see,bloody sickening screaming! gary told me a story the other night,the night of the light. that he was gonna eat me! start with my ear oh dear!and work his way to my chest cause he says thats the best part,that and the heart beep beep beep when will it cease beep beep beep all i want is peace quiet and peace quiet and peace beep beep beep walk on the green potters fields to raise our snakes and shields is it just me or do the farms seem darker today? not as dark as it was yesterday,the way things change, seasons of sun and rain. ive never seen the sun now that i think of it ,just the cold bitter rain.deep into the cave,drip drip drip and wash away and the beeping,that infernal beeping. makes me want to start screaming *i...am...so...sorry...please forgive me* i hear the words of the toxic farmer, tear filled words. that poor man,and mommy buried up in poisoned sand,here comes Mr.Needles with a dagger in his hand.must be sick six O'clock on the dot the RedX divas are just staring at me,what do they see?eyes of the deepest green.such a solemn face you have Mr.needles not your usual sneer *well im sorry sport...we'll miss you* im in a box! im in a box! drip drip drip snakes around a cross darker and darker grow the toxic farms,with no more needles in my arms. and gary still meaning me harm...gary hasnt said much these few days maybe hes mad at me or maybe he ran away. such a pain in my head,i lay on my bed. mommy is still buried up to her head flashes of light,just like that night,they grow a dimmer bright.the toxic farmer stands over me with tear filled eyes,mommy has dug herself up just to look at me and cry, Mr.Needles and the RedX divas stand below me and stare.mommy takes my hand,down her cheek a tear ran.toxic farmer puts his hand on my head,looks at me and says. *goodbye....my...little boy* i close my eyes for what seems like that last time and feel my body rise beep beep......fade finally some silence to end my days *ok subject is Nathan Quinncade, male,8 years of age,checked in at may 3rd with severe brain cancer has been in a coma for the past 3 weeks,subject has died at 8:43 may 26. will transfer subject to berkley county morgue for an autopsy* buzzsaw cutting through a lifeless skull twitching body of a child without a soul what happens when you die mommy...because i just dont know *authors notes* This is the first post ive done in nearly a year (comp crashed and i lost the password) but anyway,this poem is based around a charector and world i created some odd years ago and never got around to working it into a story or poem. until the other night the idea of writing about a childs cancer induced coma just worked so well with the original idea of NATAS. i also tried to write as much reality into the non-reality as possible. drip drip drip-the I.V bag beep beep beep-the heart moiniter snakes and shields-the blue cross at hospitals Mr.needles and the RedX divas-doctor and nurses ect. also this is a very different way of writing a poem than im used to...lemme know what you think. any and all comments welcome [comments] => 4 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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