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[aid] => mick
[title] => ''Bleed...''
[time] => 2005-02-07 08:22:24
[hometext] => "I think that loving you could be just like a drug..."
[bodytext] => met my first love under a full moon, And I knew incontinently that I was addicted to you, You promised me you loved me, So I learned to bleed, Fell for your sugar coated allur, But in truth you were artificially sweet. I lost control and I couldn't let go, Held in my mind and you infected my soul, Fiending for a rememdy, But I can't prevent this happening, My love for you keeps me prisoner, And I can't stop this suffering. Lost in this Sadistic Nightmare and, YOU CAN'T SAVE ME! Razor blade, my abusive lover please, DOMINATE ME! Sick of my skin and I rip it apart, I will suffer for my art, Cut the pain away though I don't want to, But I know it moves the earth for you. Slashing through skin with gritted teeth, Revealing what I feel for you underneath, And when this Masochism ends, I feel all so calm, But everytime you leave me to rot, And all I have left are the scars on my arms. Lost in this Sadistic Nightmare and, YOU CAN'T SAVE ME! Razor blade, my abusive lover please, DOMINATE ME! Sick of my skin and I rip it apart, I will suffer for this art, Cut the pain away though I don't want to, But I know it moves the earth for you. There's something so sorded and seedy about it, And the pain feels so erotic, But everytime we encounter me walls cave in, And it's like I just Can't STOP IT! PLEASE! Lost in this Sadistic Nightmare and, YOU CAN'T SAVE ME! Razor blade, my abusive lover please, DOMINATE ME! Sick of my skin and I rip it apart, I will suffer for this art, Cut the pain away though I don't want to, But I know it moves the earth for you. Lost in this Sadistic Nightmare and, YOU CAN'T SAVE ME! Why has it come to this? God, WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?! K need more the stitches to heal my heart, I WILL SUFFER FOR YOUR ART! I'll slit these wrists when you want me to, Because I know it moves the earth for you. Roses are red, Violets are Blue, Wrists, please don't cry, As I cut into you... (c) Bethanie Martell, November 1st 2004 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 66 [informant] => xMizeriex [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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