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Living for Dreams
written by Genocide Reaper10:23 AM 8/13/04| I live for dreams. So it seems. I see her in them every night, everything Iv ever wanted. Everything Iv ever needed. She leaves me bleeding and satisfied, but never do I cry as I say goodbye, I just, die a little inside. She flys away holding a piece of me. A tiny portion of my black heart. She's blessed in blood, doused in love, and I gave her everything in me.. Just too know I could be free.. Give me the knife and I'll show you how I slice my life, give me the right, and I'll turn the Mirror to the light reflecting it, give me the right, I'll show you how I fight. Give me the Time, and I'll give you a new rope for what you call mine to hang it upside down and screaming. The bleeding. The blashpheming. It never ends, I find myself trying to mend it, but all the Staples, stiches, and carterizing won't heal it.. Its what I feel deep down inside.. She's anything, and everything. What I need, what I see, what I can only hope she'll achieve.. Satisfieing me. Gratifieing me. I'm a Master, restraints. For her wrist, the Blisters and wounds don't fade, I can see them through the shade. I feel Bad for her Pain. But she doesn't So I retract that Feeling of Remorse. After all I'm a heartless Whore now am I not? Because in the end.. Its all about the Violent Sexual experience I got. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-13-2004 - 10:28 AM)
| you know i think i can understand....i believe i can relate too...but maybe my relating is on a differnt level...but meh...i relate all the same... |
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