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Murdering Her A Hundred Times A Day
Contributed by
foreverandaday
on
Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 07:58:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Please excuse this poem,
For it appears I have gone temporarily insane,
You've seen my face...
A face you've seen a million times...
And still you look at the dialogue before you dare
to place a name.
I said I'd kill her,
And for the reasons driven in my mind...
I'm sure in time you might agree...
For what place is there in a world of leaders...
For a tiny child with a head of dreams...
No place at all...
Is the way I see.
I give it all I have to murder her...
A hundred times a day...
And if you think of something, please...
Shed light on better ways.
I hate her...
And my only desire is to ruin ever thing...
That she put's her ever hope on...
Because I like to hear her scream.
I'll dazzle her eyes with fire...
And chill her mind with ice...
I'll fill her heart with pain and sadness...
Everytimes she cries...
I'll seal her lips with poison words...
And close her throat with weight...
Of all the silly things which haunt her...
When she's in a fragile state.
I'll stab her breast with bitterness...
And feed her heart to fools...
And blind the eyes of those around her...
So that what they see is cruel...
I'll tear her life to pieces...
And rip her hope down shred by shred...
So that when she goes to reach for it...
She'll find the broken pieces of something dead.
I'll take the light from her eyes...
And I'll torture her with visions in the night...
I'll give her nothing but weariness with life...
And a vast confusion of what is surfacing inside...
I'll make her feel ugly and compassionless...
I'll make her feel anger which she will
mix and mold with her sadness...
I'll make her feel alone...
I'll make her feel invisible...
I'll snatch away her home...
And what joy I shall feel when she is miserable...
I'm murdering her a hundred times a day.
And the brilliant thing is that she doesn't even see...
That I am not but a voice, in the back of her head...
Or that in her compensation, she created me.
DNB
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Re: Murdering Her A Hundred Times A Day
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 08:12:32 PM AEST
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| morbid...but it kicked ass...sweat poem...keep it up |
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