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[aid] => mick
[title] => Afterglow
[time] => 2004-10-15 07:27:52
[hometext] => [ silence ]
[bodytext] => I laugh at you You truly are less than nothing And for that I love you even more Its a sick perversion that I have to keep up (Remember, my love was untrue) So I sit here idle in bedding Waiting for the next blow from you And when it comes I come I laugh again You wish to hurt but all it does is please I'm tortured by the memories But the present state puts me at ease (be disgusted - vomit blood burn your eyes - spit; curse; kill me) How lovely How exceedingly grand If only you would go that far maybe you'd understand The tears The laughter The silence These words All the little pieces I've bled into musical chords I want to laugh again The urge is overbearing I want to laugh so hard that it can't escape your hearing But I ask myself What's the ***** point? And then I realize That its just not a choice My hand is shaking My brain's on fire I've driven to the end But it just keeps soaring higher I stare at it... I stare for so long... I stare for way too long... (you're nothing more than a ***** A little ***** to fade I opened up my soul And this is how I'm repaid I ***** hate you You already know that I ***** hate you I hope you feel that...) Crack Sliding down your face I breathe through it when your minds misplaced How can something so beautiful break at the leave of a touch? I lick your broken wings Did you want as much? I DID NOT [comments] => 5 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 59 [informant] => sicknivesevered [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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