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This is for my friend, Ana.
Contributed by
tinathetalkingtaco
on
Saturday, 25th July 2009 @ 11:46:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Please die, Ana.
Hours go by,
flesh seems thicker.
The scale reveals reflection of my eye.
Devouring guilt, seeps down my throat like a pricker.
Another bite, another run.
Now I see the desire to lose.
Oblivion of the truth deceives me.
Reverting to the lies.
Every one burned leaves me here, alone.
Xylaphones played on the bones.
I know its all surreal..
Another though with my friend, the cleanser
killing me slowly.
I don't mind.
Lying to reality and to Him.
Like a clown with an everlasting smile.
Surely it's not always there.
Circumfrence so belittled,
corroding all the filth,
deteriorating strength,
filled with hate.
Copyright ©
tinathetalkingtaco
... [
2009-07-25 11:46:31] (Date/Time posted on
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