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[sid] => 94289
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => No Ones Son
[time] => 2005-05-13 18:22:19
[hometext] => ~sins of the father,murders of the child~
[bodytext] => no ones son i thought what you taught was real i fought what you taught to kill deep shadows cold and alone memories that chill me to my very bone where are you when i need you where were you when i believed in you dying for your attention and love dying for the line that follows my (our) blood a trail that forks, each way seems so long you were supposed to teach me right from wrong twisted thoughts surround my mind maybe you'll notice me if i cry searching for ways to catch your eye pointless, cause i can see that your blind better than the best,better than the rest but im stuck in the crowd of everything thats left scissors and blades,love for pain the haunting impulses inside my brain maybe you'll notice me if i scream maybe you'll notice me if i bleed maybe you'll notice me if i cry maybe you'll notice me if i die.... i was left to rot,learning what you taught i was left to seek the things that you never sought im dying here in pain,screaming but its all in vain please god just cry out a whisper of my name in the world i was born,a child with no crown of thorns just a demon with so many deep rooted horns i praise god for death,rid me of my very breath i cant look at you and i can never be the best i got my soul and blade,gonna handle some pain maybe then things wont have to be the same i cut and i dice,plans of men and mice someone call a priest to read you the last right here i sit,in a dank cell awaiting my visit to a place called hell i killed just so you would acknowledge me i killed and i gave no apologies all for you.... electric chair,life isnt fair im leaving this world and you still dont care see me when me i cry,see me when i die maybe you'll notice me when i fry when i fry when i fry i killed you and you killed me together in hell,blasphemy you didnt care when you were alive you didnt care as i watched you die a circuit breaker tied to my head maybe you'll notice me now that were dead.... dead... dead... FATHER! [comments] => 6 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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