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» Poem: Nothing.
Nothing.
written by Genocide Reaper
06:39 PM 4/13/05
Feed me all the lies you need,
to try and get my paranoia to subside, as I bleed.
What’s left in me from past wounds would be a great big.
Motherfucking.
NOTHING!

I’m in your arms now.
Don’t you dare make another hollow vow.
Or there will be a hollow point in your brow.

You’d never understand, even if I took an eternity to explain.
Far to lost to my touch, such a complicated crush.
Far to must disdain, for you to see, me in the midst of this momentum.
I’m in the end take of an angered lust.

Bind my tries with solitude, hindered within the hive.
Hatred spraying from the leaks in my soul.
Only when I hurt myself or some one else do I feel alive.
There’s nothing here, something there.
I’ve lost it all, and have everything to gain, time to get some where.
Time to find some one, so I can inflict PAIN!

I fucked you over.
I’ll remember it forever.

I broke your bleeding heart.
I recall every move I made, from the start.

I was the one on the mantel.
The man you claimed to love, when some one was around.
I’m the joke in the background, along with the trophy in the foreground.
To bad you didn’t keep me around.
I have raped not only that which you called control,
But I clearly see, your bondage torn, mutilated soul.
All this, in my minds eye, from years gone by.


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