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Abused Brain.

Contributed by deathdrop on Sunday, 7th March 2004 @ 11:34:39 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



i walk around the world,
tend to laugh as i pass,
things with all the meaning.
things that are soo unhealing.
it's kind of cool to watch,
when souls smash into my world,
where nothing is what it appears to be.
where only the sky watches over me.
in a screeming world, of pitiful maddness,
swirling colours turn into saddness.
flying ghosts haunt with their sounds,
rivers of blood flow out of the ground.
echoes boom, when none was said,
fitting bodies join the dead.
night-mares of fear, is welcome here.
but you'll never leave, to that i'll see!

i notice when i come out my zone,
i still, feel emotionally alone,
so it's simply resoved, i go back in my cone,
and stare long and hard at blood stained,
walls, in my room!
i watch the flash-backs, of murders taking place,
i feel the hot blood, hiting my face.
remembering life, of living in fear,
living through all of those years,
of wetting the bed, and holding my teddy bear.
completely scared, being punished for tears!
witnessing the most destressing senes,
leaving me, unable to move, in my petrified freeze.

then i close my eyes, and i'm there again,
where the rivers flow, of mixing reds,
back to my world i go, with scars to last a lifetime, thou, i i hate my dad for what he did to me, i just know, that he'll never be free!

while he sleeps, i hang around, trying to plan where i'll let his body be found.
he'll never know what hit him!
and i'll send him to hell, first maybe rip out his organs, as well.
that fat git deserves all he gets,
he's a abuser, a rapist, a murderer.
who manipulates people with his threats!
used to beat me, but i'm not scared any more,
because if you kill me, i'll rip you up more!





Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-03-07 11:34:39]
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Re: Abused Brain. (User Rating: 1 )
by geoffreyalanbest on Sunday, 7th March 2004 @ 11:49:41 AM AEST
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Such great prose, so real. Your revenge shall be that yours words will live forever. The world will know your father as you do through your words. You shall have your revenge sweeter then any known to any murder. I fear that you far past me in ability and I do this for a living.


Re: Abused Brain. (User Rating: 1 )
by WorthlesSanity666 on Sunday, 7th March 2004 @ 11:54:43 AM AEST
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WOW. That was amazing.... just, brilliant! There was sooo much emotion, and yoy put it into words sooo beautifully!!! I can see where you would have to use a lot of anger in order to write this poem. I think the reason it didn't put anger IN you is because you let it out. I think writing this poem helped you release the anger inside of you. I just absolutely LOVE your piece, perhaps even my favorite. Keep up the great work!!!


Re: Abused Brain. (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Sunday, 7th March 2004 @ 12:25:39 PM AEST
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just to let every one know, that i'd made this one up. apart from the facts of what happens in my world. the world in my head. that was mixed with my thoughts and night-mares.




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