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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Cold Harsh Reality
[time] => 2004-09-05 23:03:47
[hometext] => Please have a read and tell me what you think, I tried to make my work seem happier but it's hard when feelings are soo deep. Corrupted_minds
[bodytext] => Duplicity in it’s best form, When the truth hurts more than the lies, There’s nothing left for me to mourn, It’s the end of all my cries, Words that burn like a metal fist, Scar even the strongest steel, Lusted to bring the blade to my wrist, That my numb body would finally feel, Confession of a lonely heart, Rumors fill my wounds with salt, Taints and flaws are my own body art, Corrupted thoughts are my own fault, To suicide would be to run, A coward, I always knew, But a suicide would be more fun, Cos when it’s through then it’s through, Let Nirvana run through my vein, So my heart can feel at home, So I can sense an aesthetic pain, And for once not feel alone, Blood, always been a treat, Loved being un-conscience on the ground, Not being able to rise to my feet, Just bleeding to be found, Take my clothes, still warm, to keep, Now hand me your dagger, soo bald, I’ll hold it high and rift it deep, And begin to feel the cold, My eyes are shut and yet they are light, I see the morning sun, Through my death I was given sight, But realized I hadn’t won, It's a cold harsh reality... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 13 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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