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Array ( [sid] => 60296 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Anthem of the Used [time] => 2004-08-16 07:39:31 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The TV lies desecrated in the corner of his room,
Smeared with blood from his fist yet unbroken,
Because he didn't try hard enough, he just didnt assume,
Anyone would care as he'd be forgotten,
As soon as he bleeds to death with a smile

The walls are always closing in on him, every single day,
How the *** is he supposed to be loved,
when he cant even look at a knife without being led astray,
Clarity is always like getting shoved,
And getting a glass bottle in his face

Fragmented memories of a past so hard to speak of,
He will find how much it hurts to die,
Pick up the razor blade, beacause you know that you've had enough
Why should he live if he cant stay alive?
This, the anti-climatic death of good

This is the anthem of the dying kids,
No need to care because no-one forbids,
A knife in the throat or through the eyelids,
This your life handed to you by death,
And when you die, make sure you catch your breath,
Parents watch out cos you'll have no kids left,
A picture of what stress and pain creates,
An army of sad self harming playmates,
And as your daugther's veins cease to pulsate,
Remember dear that you reap what you sow,
But there's always a chance, maybe, somehow,
That you can rescue the seeds that you plough,
Still please take notes and remember these words,
Look at your sad child, PUT DOWN THE CROSSWORD,
Where were you when your kid fell up downwards?
This is the anthem of the used, your fault.

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Anthem of the Used

Contributed by alecfernadez on Monday, 16th August 2004 @ 07:39:31 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The TV lies desecrated in the corner of his room,
Smeared with blood from his fist yet unbroken,
Because he didn't try hard enough, he just didnt assume,
Anyone would care as he'd be forgotten,
As soon as he bleeds to death with a smile

The walls are always closing in on him, every single day,
How the *** is he supposed to be loved,
when he cant even look at a knife without being led astray,
Clarity is always like getting shoved,
And getting a glass bottle in his face

Fragmented memories of a past so hard to speak of,
He will find how much it hurts to die,
Pick up the razor blade, beacause you know that you've had enough
Why should he live if he cant stay alive?
This, the anti-climatic death of good

This is the anthem of the dying kids,
No need to care because no-one forbids,
A knife in the throat or through the eyelids,
This your life handed to you by death,
And when you die, make sure you catch your breath,
Parents watch out cos you'll have no kids left,
A picture of what stress and pain creates,
An army of sad self harming playmates,
And as your daugther's veins cease to pulsate,
Remember dear that you reap what you sow,
But there's always a chance, maybe, somehow,
That you can rescue the seeds that you plough,
Still please take notes and remember these words,
Look at your sad child, PUT DOWN THE CROSSWORD,
Where were you when your kid fell up downwards?
This is the anthem of the used, your fault.

Copyright © alecfernadez ... [ 2004-08-16 07:39:31]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Anthem of the Used (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 16th August 2004 @ 04:26:19 PM AEST
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thought this had some power to it- strong message, and a good deal of anger. Nice forcecul write.

Re: Anthem of the Used (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 16th August 2004 @ 11:16:53 PM AEST
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wow this was very strong and well written. I think this is one of my favourite poems i have ever read. Its so achingly true at times it is hard to read. This was wonderful... I love your writing style.

Bobo (Joel)

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