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Plighted past
written by Genocide Reaper05:28 AM 3/27/05I remember my painful past.
I reflect often, but never do I sit and bitch.
That just isn't going to help this broken soul get fixed.
I can remember being read to.
I can see in my minds eye, my Fathers strength and regrets.
To this day, I see it all.
Along with a few moments from my life that were broken in two.
Such as a heart that ceased beating years before anyone knew.
This lifeless body, harboring the golden soul.
Takes heed in Heaven's glory.
And rivals Hells victory.
The thoughts that proceed my life.
Contradict everything worth the fight.
Though, the seldom thoughts of suicide.
I push aside.
Back into its corner it shall reside.
Until the next time, I piss upon myself.
Then all shall be once again, brought into the light.
Never spoken, even if I am openly broken.
Its just me, a mentally tumult tapestry chaotically woven.
I feel the burn from the first time I introduced myself to pain.
I feel the razor's edge sink in once again.
I feel the smut upon my face, I smell the burnt flesh.
I taste the blood which when drunken was fresh.
I feel all that was unsaid and left.
In the dust to decay.
Along with my prayers, under the poster of the reaper.
They lay. |
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