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Coldness of recollection
Contributed by
silent
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Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 04:02:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Do you remember when you were three
climbing up that big oak tree
How about when you were four, when mummy and daddy caught your fall
Think ahead to when you were five, when you were special, tender, alive
So special you were, but more to one
brimming with life, radiant as the sun
Walking through my room the memories remain, the house is abandoned but haunted the same
Fixated on that one special room, where the darkness and ice, all did consume
My place of rest behind that door, gently opening, hearing the call
Inside the voices are calling my name frantically, urgently, trying to tame
My wandering mind, don't look within, you'll regret whats to find, horrific sin
Do you remember when you were six mummy downstairs taught you to mix
Beat and lick the stained bowl, you remember don't you
Shouting to stop, don't tread this path, we protected you, shielded you
From so much hurt, suffering and pain, don't dare you walk this path again
That beautiful white cupboard and 4 poster bed, dresser in the corner, hammers my head
Images, becoming clear, seeing people without faces, wandering hands near special places
Approaching, coming, they are all so near Reassurance from guardians, nothing to fear
Such a beckoning cover, running fingers feel the lace, as the edge of madness slowly I trace
I think I remember when I was seven, taught about girls that go to heaven
Only the ones that secrets they keep, day after day, week after week
Candles a reminder of licking the flame, hot white evil burning the frame
Satans cup did you drink, slowly
penetrating, enjoying each sip
Gathering the grapes that grew in my heart
You crushed them, got drunk on my pain, as you squeezed the last drop from my life
Friends coming around for a drink or two flashbacks of mum, you didn't too
Yes you did, consumed did you all, when you were the ones breaking my fall
Picking my grapes and squeezing the wine then waiting again till harvest time
Candles and red petals were my comfort keeping my personalities in check and tame
Time to release, empower and destroy
You will now feel the combined power of my own little toy
Sadistic and cruel you will feel my demons
We shall die together, come, let us feast....
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Re: Coldness of recollection
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 04:15:23 AM AEST
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this is sooo good a very powerful thought provoking write.
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Re: Coldness of recollection
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by emystar on
Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 04:16:32 AM AEST
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Very well done, my friend!
luv, huggs,
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Re: Coldness of recollection
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by STRaNGe_LiNDSeY on
Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 04:42:42 AM AEST
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wow...so many hidden twists and turns... very very good write. such a horrible subject matter though. i hope those images never actually haunt you.
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Re: Coldness of recollection
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by WorthlesSanity666 on
Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 10:46:37 AM AEST
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| I usually do not read long poems, but your had me hooked from beginning to end! Fantastic write! It was just amazing! |
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Re: Coldness of recollection
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 11:52:12 AM AEST
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i find this so sad, very powerful and so emotionally heartfelt i have tears in my eye, big hugs, bless you, love nessa
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