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[title] => Evil Hunts Through Me.
[time] => 2011-04-02 08:11:54
[hometext] => I don't realize how damn lucky I am, I have the most amazing guy ever, and I treat him like dirt when it's my issues.
[bodytext] => Knifes of anger Hunt through me Spark off your delicate core I’m so sorry. The only person Who won’t react To the fireballs thrown your way And the words that are spat. Spraying over you Like a shower of nails A strong chilli essence It’ll kill you to continue and inhale. Acid erosion Will claw inside But your so pillow gentle You’d try just to hide. Slap you Scream in your face Until there is no more And I can get off my stage. And cling to you Last throws, feeble Letting myself go into your arms And snap my electric cables. Sob, weep Breath heavy and let my heart pound And engulf myself with reality Try to speak aloud. No more You just hold me close, it’s ok I don’t remember, or realise Why I was in such a blood red rage. Your arms are safe Your heartbeat is calm You realise if you flip The situation is damned. Holding me upon you heart And your gentle holding my head Nothing is needed You know not a thing should be said. And as I recover From my actress drama I realise how lucky I am That you are still there standing. A wreck, a state Is heavy in your shelter You didn’t break, cave in As I lean you don’t even wither. Thank you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 115 [topic] => 6 [informant] => CommasCanSeperate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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