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Revenge.

Contributed by deathdrop on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 12:34:38 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

i hold my victim by the scruff of the neck,
then beat all the living ****, out the monster,
i hold in my grasp.
i can't believe i have you slippery charactor at last!

your to scared to move,
in your lifeless fix, but you shake alot,
when i raise my fist!
your blood keeps comming, like it'll never stop
you carry on shaking,
not so tough,
now, are you?
your just a coward!

i ask you questions,
but then you talk blood comes,
it falls down your chin,
down your neck.
so i push you down,
like i'm smashing a bottle on the ground!

i feel numb,
to know what i've done,
your heads shattered on the ground,
your blood is ever-where around!
i moon-light reflects,
off your head,
the damage is done,
i know your dead,
i know it was me,
i can't say i wasn't here,
your blood is on me,
your wet tears...
silver off your beaten body,
i don't even have the decency to say i'm sorry,

it ain't my place, after what you did to grace,
why'd you do that, she never hurt you,
she never touched you,
it was just a game to you,
you! and your, mates!
so now she's dead,
just like your dead...

so what to do now,
they'll find you soon,
i can't go home,
and sit in my room,
i might as well die in my tomb

so when you find me,
i've left a note,
"sorry dad, sorry mum,
but i was hie off dope"!
i hope your proud,
you always say to stick up for my-self,
i just couldn't face what you might say,
and i don't wanna see your fist again!

Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-02-08 12:34:38]
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Re: Revenge. (User Rating: 1 )
by emphaticplacebo on Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 11:29:11 AM AEST
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OMG That is an awesome poem! You really made me think about the thought behind it, and I very much enjoyed reading it. You have a real talent!

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