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[aid] => mick
[title] => Confused in the End
[time] => 2005-04-13 21:03:30
[hometext] => A little darker then my normal. But it is something I found that I had written a lil over a year ago. Made a few changes to it, but not many. I hope you all like it. Comment if you wish. Dark times live in all of us. This was during one of my darker!
[bodytext] => ------------_________________------------------- I Can't feel the pain. Emotional pain's so much deadlier. Lost, you've just been raped. Pain. Your friends can't help you. Why wont they help you? Another reality. This can't be happening. Why is this happening? Who the hell are you? Who the hell. Are you? Trying hard to figure out what's done. I scramble but now I run. The images in my head. All the problems that I've been fed. Punching slowly my mind can't change the speed. As my victims bleed. No matter what I do or how hard I try. I can't use my abilities. Use my abilities. Art of Illusion. My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body. But I can't take their soul. Punching through jello, stabbing not killing. Disappointment. Discomfort. A living nightmare, asleep but still aware. The endless torture. The painless pleasure. I grasp myself. Trying to regain control. I experience and learn. In another faction of my mind. So confused. But everything makes perfect sense. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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