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stabbing myself
Contributed by
Cancer
on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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needles digging into my skin
the knife tearing through my back
still drowning in the dead pools of your eyes
you were my mercy, my forgiveness
my hope
now my penance, my punishment
i hate myself for loving you
in the arms of others
you writhed, entwined
arcing your back, as you spent your lust
automaton
***** him, kill me
it became so clear
i cried with you, when you begged for your life
i might as well have been stabbing myself
even after i washed off the blood
i could still feel it burning into me
lovingly, i laid you in your shallow grave
pulling as much dirt on top of us as possible
lying beside you, 'neath a blanket of soil
holding you tight, so i won't lose you again
my head on your shoulder, crying softly
and when the rain began to fall
and the soil washed from my face
i turned to the sky and opened my mouth
waiting, hoping to drown
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2003-07-18 00:25:00]
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Re: stabbing myself
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by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 03:17:33 AM AEST
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| "A true artist never lets his eyes become as shattered as his heart, he will find beauty in the most darkest of situations." <<< I think that when I wrote that, I wrote it for you. You, my friend, are a true artist. You aren't afraid to let go. |
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Re: stabbing myself
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by tease_whizz on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 02:46:08 PM AEST
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| the above quote fits you perfectly. your poetry has a dark, almost twisted, beauty that draws me to it - like looking at a road accident. this is a unique and well expressed portrayal of betrayal and the idea of forgiveness only in death. excellent. Kate x |
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