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Array ( [sid] => 11190 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Is This Love? [time] => 2003-01-25 08:00:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => he forced upon me
a new kind of pain
one i'd never
feel again
til he longed again
for this pedophilic sin
his perverted desire
to be deep within
this ***** up "man"
and his horrid desire
just years of fuel
on an endless fire
condemning me to
a life of lies
to hide my past
from prying eyes
was i the best piece
of ass you could find
how did you justify it
in your twisted mind
raping a child
of their purity
***** me up
for eternity

you made me this way
i'm YOUR creation
just because you couldn't stick
with simple masturbation
I'LL HATE YOU FOREVER
can't seem to forget
your breath on my neck
the stench of your sweat
i'll end this lifelong nightmare
with a simple shotgun blast
you've already killed me, so long ago
tainted every memory of my past
you worthless *****
i want you DEAD
but i think i'll kill
myself instead

i hope my memory haunts you
and tears down every wall you've built
i hope you realize all that you've done
and you go insane with guilt
i hope all of your family and friends
find out just what you did
you go to jail and all the inmates know
that you raped a little kid
i hope you realize you're the reason i'm DEAD
i hope you know it's true
but most of all, before you die
I HOPE SOMEBODY ***** YOU TOO
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Is This Love?

Contributed by Cancer on Saturday, 25th January 2003 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



he forced upon me
a new kind of pain
one i'd never
feel again
til he longed again
for this pedophilic sin
his perverted desire
to be deep within
this ***** up "man"
and his horrid desire
just years of fuel
on an endless fire
condemning me to
a life of lies
to hide my past
from prying eyes
was i the best piece
of ass you could find
how did you justify it
in your twisted mind
raping a child
of their purity
***** me up
for eternity

you made me this way
i'm YOUR creation
just because you couldn't stick
with simple masturbation
I'LL HATE YOU FOREVER
can't seem to forget
your breath on my neck
the stench of your sweat
i'll end this lifelong nightmare
with a simple shotgun blast
you've already killed me, so long ago
tainted every memory of my past
you worthless *****
i want you DEAD
but i think i'll kill
myself instead

i hope my memory haunts you
and tears down every wall you've built
i hope you realize all that you've done
and you go insane with guilt
i hope all of your family and friends
find out just what you did
you go to jail and all the inmates know
that you raped a little kid
i hope you realize you're the reason i'm DEAD
i hope you know it's true
but most of all, before you die
I HOPE SOMEBODY ***** YOU TOO




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-01-25 08:00:00]
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Re: Is This Love? (User Rating: 1 )
by Fiona on Saturday, 25th January 2003 @ 06:02:35 PM AEST
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Wow...I'm speechless. I LOVE this poem, but I am terribly sorry about what happened to you. There is just so much honestly in your writing, I admire it...God bless hun


Re: Is This Love? (User Rating: 1 )
by Vixen99 on Tuesday, 11th February 2003 @ 06:25:55 PM AEST
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Unfortunately this issue happens today way too often in society and is very sad. It's a very disturbing event that many go through and have a hard time recovering from. It's written well and very striking.




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