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The Second Theft

Contributed by skinny-little-punk on Wednesday, 17th July 2002 @ 08:18:29 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The night was sour because I knew what was coming;
Darkness used to mean relief but now it meant giving into the numbness.
I ignored my soul screaming through my ears—I had to;
It was the only way to survive.

Just give into what they want and it’ll all be over soon.
Someone will come and save me soon.
Wrapped up tight in my mute afraid cocoon—
Someone’s got to come and save me soon.

I didn’t know their faces, didn’t want to know their names.
The parts that ripped me were all to savage to belong to a human,
Yet somehow I knew that only a human is capable of this.
At least the steel of a gun is cold in my mouth.

Just give into what they want and it’ll all be over soon.
Someone will come and save me soon.
Wrapped up tight in my mute afraid cocoon—
Someone’s got to come and save me soon.

The dirt never went away. It clung to my skin with the static of shame.
Degraded, debased, I was more a toy than a human,
Something you can tear apart and throw around for your own desires, because after all, it has no soul—
Dead inside, like me, but the difference is that I breathe.

Oh Jesus Christ just let this end— I promise I’ll never be bad again...

Copyright Â© skinny-little-punk ... [ 2002-07-17 20:18:29]
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Re: The Second Theft (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Wednesday, 17th July 2002 @ 11:10:19 PM AEST
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It's very appropriate. It maybe gutwrenching to read but I feel it should be read. Thank you for sharing this part of you...it is a powerful bit of writing as is your other poem.
Chrissie

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