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Taunt
written by Misery01:53 AM 8/26/04taunt me with you're stare
taunt me with you're glare
give me your twisted smile
just a forsaken wild child
plague me wiht your thoughts
so when I'm alone I have memories of you that continue to haunt
haunt my mind
making me even more demeneted inside
blood that drips from your arm whne you cut
makes me feel like I'm in luck
lucky to have you share your life's essanace with me
it's a special bond that you may not see
but when I give oyu my blood, many don't believe
for only few have had a few drops from me
blood is life and life is death
being dead is livign but while living, life never allows you to rest
always you'll taunt me wiht your love
and you'll forever taunt me with your blood
you taunt and you play
so enjoy you're game...
a game
which I may not continue to play... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
writen for a certain few of you that are out their in zenspace..you know who you are...
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