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My life
written by Genocide Reaper07:34 AM 8/6/04| I tried to go along with what you said, I tried to hold on to what I knew, and what was there, but I just some how let go, your hand slipping from my grasp, the whole picture set before me now is alot darker than any other picture in the room.. Blood, I'll bleed red, I reach deep into the heart of the dead. Most appauling your opinions are to me.. I'm twisted. I'm sick and I'm lost without a care, without one single fucking thing. Nothing is all I have to give you, or do you want my LIFE!>> I tied these hands together, and prayed they wouldn't touch what was Sacred, what was there before I got here Had no blood on it. But now, the room is doused, and I'm left holding the Murder weapon. What did you expect from me? A Holy hand to ease your pain?> I'm twisted, I'm derranged I'm sick, yes. I am all of what you think me to be. Cost, is this the cost? Lost, nothing, All I have not one single fucking thing. Its all I can give you, or do you want my Life?>>> I'M ALREADY FUCKING DEAD! SO SAID THAT VOICE IN MY BLEEDING HEAD!> ...(^*^#@$%%%.....) DECIEVE ME! TURN AROUND AND THROW THE KNIFE AT MY BACK! YOUR HOPEING TO CATCH ME OFF TRACK, TOO MUCH HAS BEEN LEFT UNSAID AND I'LL GO ON FOREVER, JUST REMEMBER MY RETURN WILL BE YOUR EXILE! YOU TRIED TO TIE MY HANDS WHEN I WAS FREE YOU TURNED ME INTO A DERALECT AND LEFT ME TO READ THROUGH YOUR JOURNAL OF DISDAIN GOD DAMN THIS ETERNAL PAIN. THE COST OF BEING THROWN AWAY SO MUCH HARDER THAN WHAT YOU THINK OF ME. DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY LIFE! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH THE KNIFE! COULD I CARE? WOULD YOU STARE? EVEN IF I DID SAY I WAS THERE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT WAS IN YOU'RE BEST INTEREST I SEE YOU HIDE THE TENDER CARESS OF LIFES SWEET KISS! SO I'LL JUST RIP INTO YOUR CHEST WITH MY BLOODY FIST, TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT SHOW YOU HOW FAR PAIN CAN TAKE YOU! THE SCREAMS OF TROUBLED CHILDREN ECHO IN MY HEAD, I CAN'T GET THE IMAGES OUT OF MY HEAD! EVERYTHING YOU DID! EVERYTHING YOU SAID, WHY WON'T THESE NIGHTMARES STAY AWAY, I CAN'T COPE WITH THIS SHIT ANYMORE AND I'M TIRED OF TRYING TO WASTE MY TIME UPON IGNORANT EARS THAT ACCUSE ME OF BEING BLIND!> WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! SOME ONE WHO NEVER GOT LEFT BEHIND!>>> I GOT SOME BAD NEWS FOR YOU AND YOUR TROUBLED MIND, THAT HEART IN YOUR CHEST, IS SMALLER THAN MINE! |
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All I have to say is.. Welcome into the Mind of a Poetic Psychopath...Tell me what you think.. Or I'll eat your soul >:)
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-7-2004 - 10:41 PM)
| you knwo what i think....and hell you can eat my soul igf you like, i sure as hell dont want it! |
by dead_chick (1-14-2005 - 09:39 AM)
| omg i love this one 2.. how do u do it?.. i feel i should say more.. but i dont know what to say... u write like someone i used to know... |
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