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Circles

Contributed by assassinatorgirl on Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 11:09:33 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



Around circles of molecular disintegration,
fall the bleeding vessels of Death's integration.
Circles they encase me, I want to pull them out,
My bones and muscle all collapse, my nerves just scream and shout.
How could I get them all, my body is so trapped,
They're there at every inch, and drain me til I'm sapped.

Passing out all soaked in red,
Better than being pale and dead,
Or tan and burnt up to a char,
Red can tell you all you are.

Up above in circles spinning the fan,
The smiling laughing taunting man.
Sees all my mistakes and throws them down,
My dizzy twirling circling crown.

Clutching razors, throwing knives,
Bloody hands cut apart these lives.
Stop me, circles close in some more,
Cut down deep into my core.




Copyright © assassinatorgirl ... [ 2006-05-22 23:09:33]
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Re: Circles (User Rating: 1 )
by rphardy on Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 11:28:35 PM AEST
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"my nerves just scream and shout"
Sorry - Just can't take this seriously. I don't feel your pain, I know it's probably there but it's not expressed her.



Re: Circles (User Rating: 1 )
by drtylilsecret on Tuesday, 23rd May 2006 @ 07:25:10 AM AEST
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about the previous comment---ok fine so one line wasn't very original, but the rest make up for it.

the poem, painfull obviously, but in my opinion it different in its description from the rest and that's what i liked about it. great job, and good lucking gettin better.

~natalya




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