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[aid] => mick
[title] => The inner battle
[time] => 2005-03-18 08:27:19
[hometext] => This is just one of many poems i write in order to vent my daily frustrations with myself and with life..
[bodytext] => And the never ending battle ensues With what I cannot grip inside my mind, And what we call a soul, is just an extension of my pain But more securely then ever before the vice is pressed against my skull, Crushing, Entrapping,..choking, my only voice And I.. Invite it.. Welcome it. Find comfort within the discomfort That if I could take on everyones pain That if it was possible.. I would secretely take it upon myself Pray for the corruption to one day stop, to see the wheels dead in their tracks To see wounds to heal, scars to fade.. Souls saved.. Do I create this world Was I the one who envisioned these thoughts Violently brought to life.. Of hate, fear, love and lust Burried along with your name and my hope Do you define me, Do I somehow define you In this world of impossibility and uncertainty That if we do connect, trick the mind, sever the pattern We can escape the mundane but revel in the simpleness That We might take this further than anyone ever has Or ever will.. Thinking has become my daily ritual of torture My memory has become selective and vengeful it has bred,multiplied. it has spawned this spite, hate and resent.. Inside me.. And I feel dissolved.. Watered down For this world.. To accept their fake embrace In order to let them conduct To Lead, and destroy anything unique.. Oh What it could mean to finally push and grind and claw our way… away Away from the masses, away from our own skin, Away from our own kind.. The tasteless victories, the shallow lies The way we invite bull***** into all that we have become The superficial, the hatred, the lack of compassion and love Surpasses anything I ever thought a person could be These people infect and destroy every corner of our lives For these people, the price is high Their flaws unacceptable and unforgivable And I for one Cannot wait to see them burn into the meaningless ashes of their pityful existence.. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Ibanezrg31 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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