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Worn

Contributed by butterat_zool on Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 02:04:45 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Why did you do this?
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you do this to me?
I’ve caved, I’ve bent, I’ve broke my soul.

This heavy **** weighs on my head
and leaves me staring at my feet.
The danbed don’t deserve this,
so why must you damn me
and **** on my head?

My spirit is broke.
My will is broke.
My patience is useless.
My feet and my car
can’t get me far enough away,
And I hate you in my dreams.

The path I stride was set in place
long before these briars grew
waist-deep and poison,
turning my heart and vision black,
but there’re no choices in this matter,
So I walk on and crumble.

The breeze of the day blows dust
from the clay of my skin,
and slowly I am fading into a coward.
While even two specks of dust remain though,
I will continue to see and seek out my goal
of annihilating and resurrecting you.

You, dear craftsman, are the one who holds
my earthen skull to your ever-turning grindstone.
Believe it or not. Realize it or not.
Acknowledge it or not. I hate you.

I hate who you are.
I hate what you have done.
I hate your selection process.
I hate the thoughts you keep secret from the world.

I hate the way you mirror me.
I hate the way you reflect everything I hate about myself.
I hate that you choke me with my own guilt.
I hate that you cripple my friends and make them vegetables.

I’ve healed. Therefore, I know you must be able to.
In seeing my own weakness, I offer you a compromise.
You go away. Let me think of myself as a good person.
In exchange, I will love you. I will check you in, and make you better.

I will be for you the brother you need me to be
if your stupid eyes never meet my blackened heart
ever again.




Copyright © butterat_zool ... [ 2003-11-25 02:04:45]
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Re: Worn (User Rating: 1 )
by secretwind on Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 02:26:43 AM AEST
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LOVE THIS...YOU CAPTURE THE FEEL OF BETRAYAL SO COMPLETELY....

THE WIND.....


Re: Worn (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterat_Zool on Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 12:02:41 PM AEST
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The third line in the second stanza should say "The damned don't deserve this". I mean no offense to any danbeds out there who may have been offended by this.




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