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Confused in the End

Contributed by MajesticPoet on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 09:03:30 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

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I Can't feel the pain.
Emotional pain's so much deadlier.
Lost, you've just been raped.
Pain. Your friends can't help you.
Why wont they help you? Another reality.

This can't be happening.
Why is this happening?
Who the hell are you?
Who the hell. Are you?
Trying hard to figure out what's done.
I scramble but now I run.

The images in my head.
All the problems that I've been fed.
Punching slowly my mind can't change the speed.
As my victims bleed.

No matter what I do or how hard I try.
I can't use my abilities.
Use my abilities.
Art of Illusion.

My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.
But I can't take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment. Discomfort.

A living nightmare, asleep but still aware.
The endless torture.
The painless pleasure.
I grasp myself.

Trying to regain control.
I experience and learn.
In another faction of my mind.
So confused.
But everything makes perfect sense.

Copyright © MajesticPoet ... [ 2005-04-13 21:03:30]
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Re: Confused in the End (User Rating: 1 )
by blue_angel on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 09:50:43 PM AEST
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wow thats so amazing... you have real talent. your way with words is just captivating. you reel me into your pain and discomfort.

"My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.
But I can't take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment. Discomfort."

the way you arrange your words of emotion... its just superb. brilliant work, great job.
luv n hugs
jennie*

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