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[aid] => mick
[title] => Regret-Duette
[time] => 2009-12-10 02:48:35
[hometext] => something for the two ex girlfriends that think they can take me down by teaming up
[bodytext] => In the distance I hear the war drums hum in slow sullen beat, the eerie sound hearts make when pounded together to extract vengeance. My disposed evils have merged into an allied coalition of thorns, with scalpling tips, sans roses. Their hammers of rage stand dressed with my face, decorated by cracks. A crimson pulse of rythms reveals them lining up for epic battle at my feet. My knowing once whispered of this coming impasse. An expectancy fulfilled. The fuse is lit for the end of ways. This skull of past lovers know all my secrets and weaknesses told in trust, but none of them could fully breathe me in or get under my rusty skin. Time now, to please, come in. I know of their immaculate plans to ram me into devil's horns like a lunatic forced to copulate with demise, provided plentiful. How they crave. Slyly and somberly I prepare to give them lessons in how to bleed. Ballads of failure I will instill with the scythes of promise from beyond this hill. Sincerity, my only armor beside this dirk of truth, I will gladly thrust to pierce their coccoons and tricle out the pastes of bile conductor, their brazen giver of life-force. The god they bow to. Can they truly believe I am like them, also thriving purely from sin? Horrible hates brew inside this bottle I securely keep sealed shut, dancing pregnant with a swirl of actions I loathe to enact. I fear its time to unchain my demons and swiftly summon their grimy fates, their musty parodies are the signatures they etch in tombstones promised. No wards can keep them safe, no barricades will ever block my gates. Let them find me now as grenade born without pin. Readied to inflict. I confess, I do not want to be like this, but they beg so beautifully, on pairs of bloodied knees hobbling in need. To say this will not hurt or scar eludes me for I posess no off-switch. This rapid concussion entails scant participation, except their timely deaths. Pin-riddled anguish has been my food for so long, can they avoid my scrutiny? Do not forget as they have studied me, I know their every flaw and glitch. Only difference is I enjoy dying, repetition has made it easy. Lessons from the past. Dare they pile blackness on my name and try push upon me all blame? I will smile as I chain them to the pyre and ready them their cloaks of fire. May the pieces of my heart they stole lash gashes in their dying souls. Standing together they cannot oppose even a fraction of my malice. How can I fear infantile quests when I grasp the wisdom of scrolls? I am amused to know they have cleverly poured their own poison chalices. Let them laugh, thinking I am filled from devouring their sticks & stones. I will bellow out contentment as I watch them flail the quicksand of lies slowly redeeming them, descending the pits they prayed into existence. Convincing them I am down and defeated is my omni-tactical game. I cannot be touched by their madness as I exist on a different plane. Silly little jesting cretins, scuttling over burning bridges, seems all endings turn out the same. I hope they call in reinforcements for I need a bigger challenge. They think they know me, have they ever tasted my revenge? For them this mourning after will carry no promise of waking up. -Svw [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 6 [informant] => clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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