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Warped by the toxicity
Contributed by
LiquidChaos
on
Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 10:30:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I’m just so tired of living this
The lie encompassing each and every day
If it’s all the same
Then tell me the meaning of this insanity
I can’t shake these dreams
Haunting every part of me
And I cannot see the dawn
Only memories of white ceramic
Covered in coagulation
I cannot help but panic
And the walls are closing in
I cannot release the misery within
All I do is bring you down
I know you can’t comprehend
But now the blood drips
To pool on the floor and haunt me
And every breath is short and ragged
A heart is heard
The decibels rise and the heart,
The heart which cannot be my own is racing.
Beating faster and faster as the noise grows
And reaches an intolerable level
As blood spills from my ears
But the heart must be my own
For I realize that I am utterly alone
And the pain from my ears disappears
To be replaced with a consuming feeling
A poison flows into my arms
From the IV at my bedside
Leather straps restraining
Ankles and arms
And now the convulsions begin
Muscles tightening impulsively
As the toxin of blue becomes me
And it burns deep beneath my skin
Begging for a razors kiss
To free it from my wrist
But now the seizures cease
And I am smothered by blackness
Which has consumed the room
Entering from the door which
Has opened on its own
I cannot breathe
I am kept alive only to suffer
By thoughts which race through my head
And the pain from my overworked brain
I cannot isolate a single speeding idea
I am motionless on the bed in this complete and total darkness
I am alive only inside my head
Trapped within dim memory
History repeats itself
As I relive the nightmare
Each and every night
And when I regain control
And I force the darkness from my head
And my restraints have disappeared
And I am able to think clearly once again
I gaze in the mirror
Only to see a face distorted and wrong
Warped by the toxicity
So I kneel to the floor
And open my box of tools
I select a clean blade
And lean over the forgiving porcelain of the bathtub
And I slice into the flesh of my wrists
Over and over again
Each cut is white for a moment
Until the blood mixed with poison springs forth
Blue mingles with the red
Relief is eminent
And slowly my heart ceases to pound
As the blood drips down
And the poison is released
It is finished.
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LiquidChaos
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2004-04-26 10:30:54]
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Re: Warped by the toxicity
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by deathdrop on
Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 01:08:11 PM AEST
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| its so intense, and spine chilling! but fantastic all the same!! i love it. its put together with great emotion, and great flow. i took a while tto read, but was worth every second of it. DEFIANTLY! and it was also finished off really well too. i'd give it a 5/5!! |
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Re: Warped by the toxicity
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by Stitch on
Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 01:20:12 PM AEST
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Wow! What a write! Have you ever read "Welcome to the World, Baby Girl"? Reminds me of the suicide in that. Powerful stuff.
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