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I Cannot Move
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 06:43:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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I can see your sleeping form.
Forever I have awaited this moment.
I sidle up to your bed, my love,
and gaze at your lovely features
So beautiful...
Quietly, so as not to wake you,
I place a single red rose
on your bedside table.
Your chest rises and falls as you breathe
I smile... you warm my heart, dear.
Slowly, I extend my hands to your pillow.
I run my fingers through your hair,
and caress your smooth opaque skin.
And then everything goes wrong.
Your hair sticks to my fingers,
tears out in bloodly matted clumps.
The skin slides from your face with a wet sucking sound.
I recoil in horror.
Underneath, there is no muscles,
no tissue.
A putrid black substance
covers your face,
oozes to your pillow.
Your teeth show white.
What have I done??
My hands are shaking,
acid tears burn deep rivulets down my face.
And then you open your eyes.
They roll wildly
as your hands grope your face,
your head.
You flail madly, and your hands find my body,
smearing my my shirt with repugnant slime
and hair.
You, your eyes,
are still for a moment.
They rest on me,
and I want to vomit.
"NO."
you say,
"NO!!"
I cannot move, speak.
I only stare... horrified,
confused.
Your hands move to your eyes.
As your bony fingers
plunge deep into your eye sockets,
you tear your eyes out.
Blood flows from their fleshy abandonments,
down your seeping face...
"You had to **** sh** up, DIDN'T YOU?"
You scream at me;
I cannot move.
"Oh, things were fine until now..."
until now
until now
until now
until now
until now
until now
...
Oh, but now...
You are unmasked.
I turn to run...
and my head explodes...
I,
A victim of your love.
Copyright ©
SensitiveSoAbused
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2004-02-02 18:43:06] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by Chanti on
Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 07:32:41 PM AEST (User
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Wow... awesome write! Very twisted... but i enjoyed it
- Chanti * |
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 07:35:50 PM AEST (User
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this was ***** sweet man. I loved this morbid tale. Came across with hints of Poe and Cancer attached to it, but with the definite stamp of SensitiveSoAbused!!!!!!! Way to go man.
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by amandadawn1982 on
Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 08:42:43 PM AEST (User
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Wow.. very twisted but still really well written. Great graphic details.
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by SensitiveSoAbused on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 01:06:33 AM AEST (User
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ahem... poe and cancer have their own fine attributes, but i make it clear that my work is neither inspired nor copied by or from anyone but my own cerebrum...
C+ |
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 01:07:35 AM AEST (User
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Excellent! |
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 0 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 11:59:01 AM AEST (User
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A victim is hardly what you can call yourself but it was a good poem |
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by SensitiveSoAbused on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 01:01:05 PM AEST (User
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hmmm :| hello Crystal, MissLee... I thought you were off this site... |
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Re: I Cannot Move
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rawkergurl2003 on
Thursday, 5th February 2004 @ 02:38:25 AM AEST (User
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hmm......ya..hmmmmm..thats about all i know to say when describing your poem..deffinately an awesome tale though.
rawkergurl. |
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