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Pure, Undiluted, Psychopathic Rage

Contributed by Cancer on Sunday, 11th May 2003 @ 06:48:28 AM in AEST
Topic: Badlanguage



what was it that i said
to make you run so far away
did you finally find someplace to hide
turned your back to stab at shadows
and slip on lie greased tears
was everything we never had, a lie
just a dream inside my mind

someday that precious mirror will shatter
and you'll be all alone
and i'll be wearing a crooked grin
so wide it hides the stars
and reaching for your throat

i'm a million stabwounds in your broken back
i'm the jagged crack in your broken heart
i'm the teeth you gnash in the night
i'm untrue love denied

i fell so far, just to see the stars
from a worm's point of view
and you, my fading falling star
are slipping out of view
constricted, restricted
an abstract portrait of a heart sextupled with hate

ego-fucked and fed
to whatever pagan god is "untrendy" that week
a wiccan, a christian,
and satan's favored lapdog, eh?
well aren't you fucking gifted
you soulless bitch
just another tired joke
a copy of a blurred replica
flavor of the weak
the most you can aspire to be is dead
to fertilize the planet you tainted with your life
hollow existence, empty head
gaping cunt, what a fuckin' prize!!
waste of flesh and life
riddled with make-beLIEve emotional scars
to pad the story of the trauma queen
useless clone
deranged wannabe barbie
and when the cellulite creeps in
and the boys sneak out
what will you pretend to be then you empty whore
NOTHING YOU PATHETIC BITCH
you'll be bitch slapped with the reality
that you are NOTHING
and you have no options left
and hopefully, the truth will kill you inside
and you'll finally have the decency to kill yourself
and accept your fate as the fertilizer
the SHIT
that you've always been

and in your hell, so cold and empty
YOU will be the one everyone copies
you will be the trendsetter
and when you grasp for ideas
to fuel this new found power
you will come back with NOTHING
because you were always the follower
the poseur, the thief
the fading xerox, two weeks old
but, the denizens of your damnation will still watch you
unblinking, clamoring for the latest fab fashion
since you were so fucking cool in life
and you will show them your empty hands and head
and your eternal companions will see you
for the blatant fucking falsity that you always were
and your tears will drown oceans
your woe will devour the sky
your sorrow will wilt the hellspawn scenery
and you will sit, with no company
save for your own damn reflection
NOTHING

20/20 hindsight
still distorted by
your shit-stained brain
starlight reflection lost
in your empty, drug-dazed eyes
engorged on needles and dicks
til you vomited out any
individuality you may have possessed
a blank slate that will never
be the base of art
only stolen scenes from another's life
both the biggest and the smallest
pile of NOTHING
ever shit into this world




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-05-11 06:48:28]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Re: Pure, Undiluted, Psychopathic Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by on Wednesday, 14th May 2003 @ 04:51:05 PM AEST
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Even in your anger you show a remarkable control of language. In spite of - perhaps because of - what has happened, the talent is searing yet witty and clever in spite of (or because of?) the rage.
"a copy of a blurred replica
flavor of the weak"
Impressive


Re: Re: Pure, Undiluted, Psychopathic Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by on Wednesday, 21st May 2003 @ 12:04:27 PM AEST
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wow... what strong emotions... and the way u are able to express them... this is such a great poem... it might replace "love poem... sort of" as my favorite... keep writting ~Apryl


Re: Re: Pure, Undiluted, Psychopathic Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by on Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 10:30:37 PM AEST
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Woah... that was ***** incredible.




 

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