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Haunting memory
written by Genocide Reaper09:32 AM 1/1/05| I hear your foot steps come from down the hall, I know with your bladed tongue you'll kill us all. You are a strain, older and wiser in thought. What a bitch. My unbearable itch, I scratch until the skin opens and I bleed onto the floor, I grab you by the hair, slam your head against the wall. Yell at you. "FUCKING WHORE!" You can't seem to let me try to make it on my own, you just don't want me to make it through! What a solid figure standing before me in tears, what a sheltered life I see. Can't you walk away! Its been so long since Iv had peace of mind! HELL! its been YEARS! Women, Weed, and Whiskey all stopped working, so I started working, its the only cure for my fucking insanity! its running over me with a fierce memory that brings the apathy! from within! it displays my sin! so I close my eyes, look into the pitch black sky! and PRAY! You are the cause of this pain, you are my strain. Something I just can't explain, I can't get off my chest enough, I write, I try, I go forward, but you suck me backwards, with the thought of my own tormenting tiresome memory! I know you love my anger, it brings you pleasure, I know you want to see me bleed, and I want to see you kneel, before me as you tell me what you need! You hate my creed, I hate your greed. You just can't understand, I want purity instead of a haunting memory! I don't think you want to accept me for my own mistakes made! so you turn your once known feeling, that which you call love, into HATE! You degrade, raise the bar, point the finger, let the rage linger. You just want me over the edge, you want to see if I can kill! I can hear it now, the Unholy singer in my heart. Preaching to me, telling me, how I can set you free with a simple sword, stabbing you in the chest, penetrate that which breeds my dreadful fate! My haunting memory, will someday be the end of me! We all want to be free. I ask to be remembered, for my ability to fight off the memory. And a withering society! You bitch, you are a strain inside of my mind! you bitch you are a stain on my life! I don't think you realize, you haunt and cut my memory, replacing the good times, with dreadful spot lights. Cover my most beloved memories, feeding me misery! is this part of your painful ministry! To try and fucking kill me through apathy! Do you want to see me snap and slit your throat, it'll be yours, then my own. Then It'll all be gone. To move on, into the future, two souls, spread from the ashes of fucked up memory! Maybe its my own folly. Keep my mouth shut and watch the times go bye, waiting as I get drunk, and high. Wondering when the end of days will come! when shall the four horsemen show their faces, when will I see the death of all places! When will it all falter and fade before my EYES! THIS HAUNTING MEMORY! THAT'S KILLING ME! |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Alright, its got part of the Christian revelation. But, hey.. The fourhorsemen is a great way to express feelings. (if you think about it.)
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| » Comments / Feedback | by forgotten-suicide (1-1-2005 - 10:09 AM)
| very beautiful and well said. |
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