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Neat Shreds
Contributed by
True-to-the-Heart
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Monday, 12th September 2005 @ 09:41:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Neat Shreds
Gently gliding..
glistening, in the dim lights of the night;
moves my stranger,
the lost of the many.
Shadows..like your demons
imprison me,
sheets of dispair.
Tied in knots, pulled over my eyes,
make everything look a little..
black....
kind of..
distorted.
Blood stains,
appear like the angels,
in search,
of the one..
...who fell.
Around your broken ankles.
Still in shackles, she wimpers,
and like every wound infected...
you ooze your bloody mess.
There''s a shatter...
............of thoughts
in the distance..
Its sounds a lot like,
a million children..
just crying..
just sobbing,
maybe bleeding.
Who knows.
But I know very well..
that this stranger is naked,
cut up into thin,
neat shreds..
and is begging to be...broken.
So I take out my knife,
and i rest its shiny edge.
in.....between....my thighs...
I pull it closer...and closer...
to your throat.
The words, are getting on my lungs.
My patients, turned so thin it vanished.
And as sick as it sounds....
I love you.
My dead, ,bloodied stranger..
I love you with all my heart...
my soul....
....my body
every inch...of my skin.
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True-to-the-Heart
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2005-09-12 09:41:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Neat Shreds
(User Rating: 1 ) by Pyrofungus on
Monday, 12th September 2005 @ 07:49:42 PM AEST (User
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amazing....there are people out there like that too....i've seemed to have made one up a long time ago in my thoughts of curiousity...to put myself in similar thoughts....to love the dead...the murdered....by me....even though its not real its nice to know a little about how they think.......good job....
if your mind is curious please take a peak at my work....and express yourself....
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