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poem 18

Contributed by Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone on Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 11:26:26 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Is this how my life was meant to be?
OR,
Is this some horrid,
Cruel fantasy of some sick and twisted person?
Is this the fantasy of that dead *****?
Does he pay for what he has done?
He haunts me.
Taunting and teasing me endlessly.
Fragile glass is what I have become.
I lay on the floor,
My face tear-stained,
And my wrists pouring out my life force.
My soul scarred beyond repair,
Floats aimlessly within my body.
It can't be freed until I die.
Maybe it shall be freed sooner than later.
Have I not paid enough for whatever I've done?
The Snow Queen walks in.
A cold,
Cruel smile on her lips.
I bow to my dark mistress.
The one I continue to serve endlessly.
Eternity is a long time to be serving her.
I try to dream of better days,
But am severely beaten to think like this.
She watches with pure glee.
I try so hard not to cry out,
As my blood pours out of my cuts.
I lay dying,
And no one seems to care.
This pool of blood continues to expand.
But in the Snow Queen's kingdom,
No one dies.
We all endure endless torture and pain for all eternity.
My dark mistress calls me,
For my daily whipping.
This is my life,
And I've accepted it.
My violator continuously violates me,
Happily for the Snow Queen.
As long as she is pleased,
I continue to endure all.

Copyright © Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone ... [ 2006-02-14 11:26:26]
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Re: poem 18 (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 12:23:33 PM AEST
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oooooooo dark and beautiful. You do well with these writes.

Michelle

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