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YOUR BLOOD SLIDES..
written by perfect.flaws04:12 AM 12/31/04I CANNOT TAKE THIS
HATE, AND PAIN,
ALL THIS FUCKING RAGE
THAT BUBBLES INSIDE OF ME.
HOW I WISH YOU'D DIE,
HOW I WISH I'D SLIT YOUR THROAT.
you do not understand
how i feel, or what it's like
HOW I WANT TO CUT MY SELF.
but now not even
this razor, safety pin, or knife
is good enough for me.
I want another pain
that will make feel,
and make this pain let go.
You see me anger,
and my hate, all this rage
yet you insist on
taunting me with your words
haunting me with laughs.
OH HOW I WISH I'D SLIT YOUR THROAT
and watch your blood slide across the floor.
SO YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN
I SWEAR IM GUNA BREAK IT.
YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN
I SWEAR I'LL MAKE THAT SLIT.
i can not take this fight
of your words, and these thoughts,
I lay at night
and pray for you to die.
YOU KNOW I DO,
YOU NO ITS TRUE.
yet you shadder my life
shadder my trust
with all your, taunting
and all your haunting
with your satan words.
YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN
I SWEAR IM GUNA BREAK IT,
YOU OPEN YOU MOUTH AGAIN
I SWEAR I'LL MAKE THAT SLIT..
How I Wish To Slit your throat
and watch your blood
slide across the floor. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
my feelings for my mother's boyfriend
and some words in here are inspired by KORN.
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