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Array ( [sid] => 22454 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => My Hour has Come [time] => 2003-08-29 00:25:00 [hometext] => * I finished this one today when the depression was eating away * [bodytext] => I can't stand this anymore
I hear the clock ticking
One minute, one hour
And I'm still stuck hear
Trapped inside this depression
Unable to flee
Locked, immobile my self-worth destroyed

I stand decimated and scarred
My eyes reflect the brokeness
I hide deep within my tortured soul
I'm dying I can feel it
I'm sick of being trapped here
Resticted by these bonds
And whipped by my worthlessness

I hear the voices muttering
I'm held in their iron grip
Like some hapless victim
In an instrument of torture
I long to see my guts spilled
Signifying my impending death,
But they just play with me and laugh

Bitter, I curse the world
God has afflicted me
Water turns to ash
Food to maggots
I can't stand this anymore
I hear the clock ticking
My hour has come
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My Hour has Come

Contributed by bobotheclown on Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I can't stand this anymore
I hear the clock ticking
One minute, one hour
And I'm still stuck hear
Trapped inside this depression
Unable to flee
Locked, immobile my self-worth destroyed

I stand decimated and scarred
My eyes reflect the brokeness
I hide deep within my tortured soul
I'm dying I can feel it
I'm sick of being trapped here
Resticted by these bonds
And whipped by my worthlessness

I hear the voices muttering
I'm held in their iron grip
Like some hapless victim
In an instrument of torture
I long to see my guts spilled
Signifying my impending death,
But they just play with me and laugh

Bitter, I curse the world
God has afflicted me
Water turns to ash
Food to maggots
I can't stand this anymore
I hear the clock ticking
My hour has come

Copyright © bobotheclown ... [ 2003-08-29 00:25:00]
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Re: My Hour has Come (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 01:37:29 AM AEST
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Wow, Joel...this is deep....
Jenni

Re: My Hour has Come (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 06:23:08 AM AEST
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whew.......i'm held in their iron grip....yes....
covet the light my friend!!!!

Re: My Hour has Come (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 18th September 2003 @ 09:23:37 AM AEST
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I can relate to this so much, however I can never put the words I am feeling onto paper the way that you seem to be able to do. Great write

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