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Battered and Broken...
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 04:59:03 PM in AEST
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Words are spoken,
But never heard...
Tears are shed,
But no one cares...
Just another brick in the wall,
Nothing special about me...
Silently dying,
Inwardly crying,
As your bitter arms wrap around me...
I can't show my anguish to you,
You'll only put me down some more...
Soft whispers of how much you love me,
How you'll be mine forever,
How you'll never hurt me,
How much you want to **** me...
My stomach lurches, plunges sickeningly...
And I can't help but hate you more...
I hide my emotions with a blank mask,
You see no effect...
Your obscene words haven't broken me yet...
Anger, searing, white-hot rage churning in you,
Ready to rupture...
Now is when, like every other day,
I fear for my life...
And yet, let it end...
A private, desperate plea for my long-awaited freedom,
For my existance to cease...
Never be remembered, never be cried over...
I don't care anymore,
God, just let it end...
But He doesn't hear me,
He still keeps me here in the "Master's" unyeilding clutch...
That's what he wants me to call him,
Master...
I ignore his gaze,
Feeling the sting in my eyes,
Tears are near, on the verge...
I pulled the trigger,
The volcano has ruptured...
"B****, LOOK AT ME!
SLAP... searing, stinging collision, flesh against flesh...
My strength wavers, but I regain control...
"I won't lose this time..." I whisper meekly...
Shock and amusement masks your revolting face,
A cruel smile playing on your lips...
"I'm sorry... I couldn't hear you, what was that?"
You mock me, play with my strings, push my buttons...
All of the hate, all of the pain I feel towards you,
That I have kept locked away inside,
Is now purged, rid of...
"I said I'm not going to lose this time! I hate you! I won't be your wretched slave any longer!!"
I scream, I yell,
A strength and a will I thought I never possessed...
Your amusement is gone,
Now a look of pure loathing, disgust...
You hit me again and again,
Adding more bruises to my already battered body...
Throw me across the room,
Pinning me against a wall, crushing me...
"You think you can beat me? Huh? You're just a little whore, a piece of ****...
Nothing else..."
Your face is barely an inch away from mine,
I can smell your putrid breath,
You've been drinking again...
You told me you'd stop...
But, like everything else, that was a lie too...
"You're a *** whore, a worthless *****, just like your mother..."
Something awok inside of me,
In the depths of my dark soul...
Something sinister, something relentless...
You lick your lips hungrily,
Waiting for me to retaliate,
Patiently waiting for me to strike back...
My body's trembling, convulsing vehemently,
Tears of anger cascade down my flushed cheeks,
Biting through my chapped lips...
"Go to hell, bastard..."
My voice, thick with loathing and rage,
Echoes through the room...
You stare blankly in my eyes,
Searching for fear,
For weakness that you can grab on to,
So you can put me lower in the ground...
There is nothing...
You can do nothing but hit me again,
Trying to regain your power over me,
Live up to your name...
In recklessness, you strike me again and again,
I can taste the metallic flavor of my own blood,
Seeping through my mouth, tainting the floor...
I laugh through it all,
Relishing in your desperate need to defeat me...
I am boundless,
I am free...
The slave has fought against the Master,
The chains have been removed...
Darkness is close by,
And I welcome it...
Your mouth is moving,
But I cannot hear your words...
You strike me again,
Your face contorted with rage...
I laugh, oh how I laugh!!
Freedom is so near,
This life of mine will only be a memory...
"I hate you... I hate you father... You will never get my forgiveness..."
Words pour forth,
Finally heard...
Tears of happiness descend,
And you start to care...
A smile of bliss,
A final sigh...
I am your slave no longer...
Your toy is gone forever...
My death is my freedom...
I can finally rest...
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2004-09-26 16:59:03]
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Re: Battered and Broken...
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 05:10:58 PM AEST
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| I shouldn't of had dinner before reading that poem . Other then that its sad and someone should teach him some manners and how to respect women.the male gender who beat women are heartless soulless fags who should never be called MEN. |
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Re: Battered and Broken...
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by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 09:59:29 PM AEST
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| powerful and painful write. |
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Re: Battered and Broken...
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by nintool3369 on
Monday, 27th September 2004 @ 03:24:16 AM AEST
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| wow i LOVE this one! it's awesome in it's story like nature and rather brutal too....very true to the "emotion of the moment" feeling it gives you at every line....it almost makes me think ....was that you behind all those words that was undergoing that horrid beating and relentless slaughter....hey ....great write!....read some of my ***** sometime ...i think that u may like it's brutal and depressive nature.... |
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Re: Battered and Broken...
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by Nazmythian on
Thursday, 30th September 2004 @ 02:52:36 PM AEST
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Words of strength, power, emotion, and pain.
I don't know how to comment fully here. I am filled with empathy. I detest the man who could do these things or behave this way. I am angered by the fact that he exists. I can not understand this type of man nor wish too. I just hope freedom comes through life, and soon.
Nazmythian ~ |
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Re: Battered and Broken...
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by Hoots on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 04:16:28 AM AEST
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That is the saddest, most disturbing poem I have ever read. I can't stand when people get beat by their parents or even their husbands/boyfriends. I can't believe how descriptively you wrote this poem...it's like I was there...watching the entire thing happen right before my eyes. The mere thought of something like this actually happening to somebody sickens me. It really does. I can relate to people in this situation...my father was abusive toward my mother and I...but mostly my mom. He would come home drunk and beat the living crap out of her for no reason. So you are not alone if this did in fact happen to you. PM me if you would like to talk at all about ANYTHING...don't be shy.
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