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Array ( [sid] => 21906 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => I Am The Bull [time] => 2003-08-14 21:05:00 [hometext] => Do you know the color of the bull? [bodytext] => I've been killing all whove I'm come in contact with,
Never seeing any blood,
Wondering if mine is red or if it's black,
Killing them with words,
Never a knife,
They don't like it very much,
People don't like me being there tearing at there lives with my own,
Blood is too red,
But only until it dries,
Wonder what mine is when it dries...
Others is too red,
Then too black,
No one is strong enough to show me my color,
...I hate people,


I never use the knife,
Wonder what color I am inside,
I always use words,
No one likes,
Words,
Blood is too red for my taste,
Until it's too black,
Wonder what color I am,
No one,
Ever strong enough,
...I hate people,


Hate the knife,
WHAT COLOR AM I?!
Love the words,
Hated by everyone,
SYLLABLES,
Too red,
Then it dries,
WHAT'S MY COLOR INSIDE?!
Everyone,
Never strong,
...I HATE PEOPLE,


Why the knife?
Do you know my color?!
What do I love,
That you hate so much,
Theres three of them in it's word,
The bull hates it,
Darkness of it's own,
DO YOU KNOW THE COLOR OF THE BULL!?
Are you,
Strong enough to find out,
...I hate people.


The knife is too easy,
Do you know my color yet?
What do you love,
That I hate so much,
Syllables of a sentance,
I am the bull,
Who loves the darkness,
DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MY COLOR?!
Are you strong enough to know it?!
I hate you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Asatru [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
I Am The Bull

Contributed by Asatru on Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 09:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I've been killing all whove I'm come in contact with,
Never seeing any blood,
Wondering if mine is red or if it's black,
Killing them with words,
Never a knife,
They don't like it very much,
People don't like me being there tearing at there lives with my own,
Blood is too red,
But only until it dries,
Wonder what mine is when it dries...
Others is too red,
Then too black,
No one is strong enough to show me my color,
...I hate people,


I never use the knife,
Wonder what color I am inside,
I always use words,
No one likes,
Words,
Blood is too red for my taste,
Until it's too black,
Wonder what color I am,
No one,
Ever strong enough,
...I hate people,


Hate the knife,
WHAT COLOR AM I?!
Love the words,
Hated by everyone,
SYLLABLES,
Too red,
Then it dries,
WHAT'S MY COLOR INSIDE?!
Everyone,
Never strong,
...I HATE PEOPLE,


Why the knife?
Do you know my color?!
What do I love,
That you hate so much,
Theres three of them in it's word,
The bull hates it,
Darkness of it's own,
DO YOU KNOW THE COLOR OF THE BULL!?
Are you,
Strong enough to find out,
...I hate people.


The knife is too easy,
Do you know my color yet?
What do you love,
That I hate so much,
Syllables of a sentance,
I am the bull,
Who loves the darkness,
DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MY COLOR?!
Are you strong enough to know it?!
I hate you.




Copyright © Asatru ... [ 2003-08-14 21:05:00]
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Re: I Am The Bull (User Rating: 1 )
by Katie-Kate on Saturday, 16th August 2003 @ 06:14:18 AM AEST
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well I'm guessing it's red. not sure what to make of this one. your style intreagues me, I'm gonna go read the rest of your work. i think i like it.




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