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~IDLE HANDS~

Contributed by devilracer on Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 04:35:53 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Your words with No Sound
Heard all around
But nowhere to be found...

Blinded by Your OWN Faults,
And again you're gonna Run...
RUN! RUN! RUN...Faraway...
For this Face you See,
Is very Displeased...

Cries of Emotions so Emotionless,
Unable to SEE what's In Front of it....
To stand before Thee as MY Arms BLEED,
So Unaware with Out a Care.
How could you ever DARE?

My Hands grow more Numb,
My Mouth becomes Vilely Weak,
For you Despise the Words I Speak...
Thoughts of Truth,
Fill your lying Eyes,
Stop Those Tears Of a FAKE Cry!!

Broken down In two,
My Hands I No longer Control,
Run, I'll give you the Chance...
Live on be free Vow never to bother Me!

My Temptation is Vastly Growing Weaker,
My Hands a Crave,
These Hands I Can't take Hold,
For my IDLE HANDS will surly Greet,
Greet a grasp around Your Neck!

As you try to call for help...
For I can't hold Myself not to LAUGH!
Enjoying the Last GASP
Of your breath you'll Inhale.....

How soon is soon enough?
With your rancid mistrust
You forcefully thrust....
Shut your mouth!
You needn't say,
I went about everything
The wrong way....

I have a reason My Will to BLEED!
I am Human for you cannot See.
As I proceed in My Mission of Life,
This one here Almost gave up the Fight....

You thee creator the one who Created Me...
Vexed My Fate a Fate so Miserably...
So Mother to Your Surprise,
I am Not the one Miserable,
To you I'm The Devilracer...
Open ~ Your ~ Eyes !!!!

Copyright 2004 devilracer

by devilracer

Copyright © devilracer ... [ 2005-01-04 04:35:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: ~IDLE HANDS~ (User Rating: 1 )
by Stonedraider23 on Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 05:05:35 AM AEST
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Freaky......good write i liked keep it up

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