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[bodytext] => Psychotic A cold wind brushes my cheek I am covered by the darkness the night brings Unable to complete my devious acts in the light of day The night has become my playground for my devilish play Afraid for my secrets to be found out All my wrong doings, my sexual deviance, no one knows, no one can know They fail to realize behind this cool exterior Lies a freak of some sort. Behind this sweet calm exterior Lies a hateful, rageful chick. No one knows my thoughts No one knows how many times I fantasize about murder. Murder. Death. Kill. The smile that glides across my face, Isn't for their viewing pleasure it is just to hide My plans, my plans of destruction. My destruction, their destruction, your destruction. Love is foreign , Love does not exist in my world. Love equals p ain. And pain has become my master. I no longer have control. My master controls me My master is the reason why I hide. My master hinders me from pursuing relationships of any kind All I am to do is infect others with my pain Misery does enjoy company. If I must suffer others shall as well. My dysfunctions hinder me from being normal. Although, normality is also a dysfunction. Dysfunction is worldwide. Demons lurk everywhere even in the light of day Casting no shadows yet they lurk in the shadows My demons play nasty tricks on you, and myself They lie, cheat, steal, kill. Although I have not physically killed someone With my words I crucify you, with my thoughts You are already dead. You are left to roam the earth A shapeless wraith. That is whatever is left when I have Destroyed you leaving nothing but the shell No remorse no shame I have killed the most important thing …. Your spirit. Not allowed to enter those pearly gates Not allowed to enter Hells fire. The darkness is my Shepard and where it guides me Is only to keep me safe from receiving pain. I can only distribute the pain. It was easy for others to give me their pain Or put me in pain so it is only fair to give pain. My pain will rule me as I rule it. It is my demon it is mine to bare So if you see me stay clear My only plan is to hurt you and only you. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 13 [informant] => DeviousDiva [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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