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Insolent little cunt
written by Genocide Reaper08:37 AM 11/28/04| Dabbleing my fingers on the piano keys, getting out a twisted little tune. I can't help but terrofy you in your nightmare, even though its over. I hate you. I despise you. Insolent little cunt, all of your time spent wondering why. I don't care if I fucking offend you slut. I just needed to Vent. Ignorant, insolent little cunt. Ring out the bell, it tolls, the tone sounding out across the town, signaling everyone to break and run, because I'm playing with a truck load of guns. Listen to me, you couldn't even hear me, now I'm loaded and ready to bleed you dry. Cut your tits and clit off, slow torture for you lined up already, your voice just annoyed me, the late night phone calls of you crying.. Fucking son of a whore, your cat didn't even die, you just felt the need to waste my time with your tears. I never understood how you could cry. Just because I was fucking your best friends tighter snatch sorry, your yesterdays news, you were a whore anyway. But after all. I fucked you first, I guess that gave birth to the Insolent little cunt inside, time spent with tears streaming down her face, showing more drama than a fucking chic flick, I couldn't help but feel the need to leave. I hope you cry again slut. Because I just had to vent. I said I hate you, insolent cunt, can't you comprehend? Oh thats right, some ones ignorant. I had almost forggoten that you let Ignorance rule your life. Too many movies for you. Too many times I did you wrong.. I guess thats why I feel some what weak instead of strong.. But If I can quit when I see fit, then I don't need to hear your shit after all. its over, it has been, for a long enough time for me to forget you, except when I realize the most misreble part of my fucking life. And it involved an Insolent little cunt, wasted all of her time, she was so spent. I can't believe that I stayed around as long as I did what was I thinking? Guess I needed some extra head on the side. I know if you ever stopped to think about it, you'd break down and cry. Hopefully you'll load a gun, point blank the barrel, cock the hammer and pull the trigger. Easily die. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
To an Ex...Just got a headache, and its because of one part of my life.. What a fuck up lol
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Crookedspine (11-28-2004 - 10:41 AM)
| That's..uh...nice...but cool. I liked it. |
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