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[aid] => mick
[title] => These Hands...
[time] => 2004-10-25 14:51:48
[hometext] => How beautiful, oh how perfectly morbid these hands...
[bodytext] => These hands, Creators of the words, so beautiful... Embellished with scars of the past, Outlets of pain, Pleasure replacing it... Then it all torrents over me again... A bittersweet caramel colour adorning the flesh, Their faces painted black, Their lower bodies, mutilated, an aid through the anguish... Precious blood spilt over nothing, Masterful work of Depression... A stupid attempt to a selfish end... These hands, Wretched, sinful things... So many crimes committed, Never have I repented... Fleshy poets, weaving songs of my life, This horrid, obscure existence... Let it end, and yet, let it last... I know not what I want from this life... Should I only exist in silence? Will my silent screams ever be heard? Will I ever be accepted for who I am? Ever be loved? Ever be considered beautiful? These hands, Caressing the soul; how luminous... Touching, feeling, relishing this moment of genuine adoration... Moments like this, when I am with him, In his arms, sleeping in his gaze, Loving him... Those rare times is when i wish to live, To exist in his gorgeously morbid world, To hold him close when he is in need of comfort and love... A hand to hold, lips to kiss, Eyes to drown in, Such a radiant green; endless, are they... These hands, Masterful artists, they are... Painting of life, lies, death... How shall I paint love? Nay, I shant paint love, There is no color for it... No image to conjure from this disturbed mind, Only the deep reds of essence and pain... Inflicted by the talons of Love... Such a torn heart, Also my fault, for I let it become as it is... I've let people in, Gullible, naive, incredibly stupid... Letting them ravage me, rip me, feed off of my anguish and sorrow... These hands, Suffocating HIM, killing HIM... How I have longed for this moment... Cynical, sinister, utterly perturbed, This mind... How beautiful, oh how perfectly morbid these hands that are mine... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 43 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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