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[sid] => 30715
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Gone Are The Voices
[time] => 2004-01-04 04:41:54
[hometext] => And no this is not written from past experiences...
[bodytext] => The blackness runs down my tear-stained face And drips morbidly onto my blood-red lace, I see nothing through my darkened eyes I only hear the voices which I most despise, On and on they whisper through my head, They'll always be there until I'm dead. My legs, they look pale in the radiant light, It contrasts with my blood, a beautiful sight. And the razor, it glistens while it sits in my palm, Then is dragged through the flesh of my quivering arm. Relief and joy are triggered in my mind And for a second, the voices are left behind. I repeat this over, again and again Just for that second when the voices end Though my blood drips onto the once clean floor, I cannot be stopped; I keep wanting more. In the far distance, I hear voices cry out It's my parents they've found me without a doubt, As my thoughts and vision start to fade, I whisper, 'Sorry Mum, for the mess I've made.' [comments] => 0 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => StarBeneathTheStairs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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