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Last Rites

Contributed by Darkscorpio on Sunday, 2nd February 2003 @ 07:04:28 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

When you're dead and gone, maybe I won't feel
Like I have to be perfect, or made of steel
When you're dead, a smile will cross my face
As I won't have to feel, the shame and disgrace
That you have made me feel, for most of my life
The obsessions I've had, because of the emotional knife
you have held to my throat, still I go back for more
You always get in, no matter how many doors
I put in front of you, you seek out the scars
That never truly heal, and you dig right in
Stab me to death, or make me feel like I have sinned
I'm always weak because of that, but it doesn't really matter
You think it's all fun and games, as my self esteem shatters
One day I'll put it all to rest, and it won't hurt me
or the family I have, and then I could be
Truly content with life, satisfy my thirst
But the only way I'll be at peace
is if you die first

Copyright © Darkscorpio ... [ 2003-02-02 19:04:28]
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Re: Last Rites (User Rating: 1 )
by Bizzy on Saturday, 22nd February 2003 @ 09:30:57 PM AEST
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Dear Darkscorpio. Ooooooh! What thoughts of revenge! I've felt the desire for revenge a few times myself. Well written. Bizzy

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