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The Basement .
written by blackie-hawk04:56 PM 3/2/05It’s cold here.
I feel my face.
I have stiff blood on my hands.
My blood.
In my mind I try to remember what’s happened.
But I fail in the try.
I only get vague pictures.
Alcohol and alcohol.
His gentle hand, taking me away.
His face.
His hard hand, when he starts to hit me.
The phone-call.
I whine and crawl to the door.
It’s locked; I’m trapped.
It opens up, and He comes in.
With two others, that I vague recognize.
I’m begging to leave.
He hits me in my face.
I spit blood, and looks away.
The two guys holds me, I’m drained of power.
It hurts all over my body, also in my heart.
He walks headed against me.
He has a bag of white powder in His hand.
He smiles and handles me the bag.
Then He says: “A couple of sniffs then the pain will disappear.”
I sniff, on time, two times and tree times.
The pain disappears, exactly as He promised.
He kisses me, hits me and bites me.
Cut a wound in my arm, and suck the blood.
But I don’t feel anything.
The pain is gone, exactly as He promised.
It’s cold here, I’m trapped, but feel no pain. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is not like any other of my works - (I'll think ) - it's longer, and more 'insain' than the others. I don't know what was going on in my mind when I made this 'story' up.
I think this actually is kind of a picture of my inside head.
Been hurted on the inside, but now the pain is gone, I feel trapped inside my head. Where I'm alone, it's cold and dark.
But it brings me comfort to know, that I'm not the only one, who feel this way.
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