Array ( [sid] => 127716 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Leech [time] => 2006-11-01 21:50:14 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I'm that spot on the windshield
the wipers can't reach.
I'm the blood being sucked
by every human leech.

Assault with your arrows.
Seige with your slings.
Weigh me down with everything
your hatred brings.

You cannot win unless I give in.

Pour the gas, light the flame -
on every lie you ever fed.
Build the fire, kindle the blame -
this fire will be your bed. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Leech


Leech
Date: Wednesday, 1st November 2006 @ 09:50:14 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: waos
I'm that spot on the windshield
the wipers can't reach.
I'm the blood being sucked
by every human leech.

Assault with your arrows.
Seige with your slings.
Weigh me down with everything
your hatred brings.

You cannot win unless I give in.

Pour the gas, light the flame -
on every lie you ever fed.
Build the fire, kindle the blame -
this fire will be your bed.

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