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Transformation

These scars on my arms
Were not left by me.
These marks were your mistake,
Your nails dug too deep.

The tears flood to my eyes
As my memories flash back.
These strangers gave me life,
A responsibility you lack.

I've built up all this anger,
I've dealt with all my pain.
I can't stand the thought of you,
Or the cruel sound of your name.

Mother is a title
that you have never earned.
'I Love You' is a phrase,
That, thanks to you, I never learned.

The ringing in my ears,
The stinging on my face;
Doesn't matter where you hit me,
It still hurts in every place.

Scars run deep under my skin
ignore my nerves and ride my veins.
The imprints on my soul, you left;
Don't show at night, or in the rain.

Looks like I've become immortal,
A demon of the night.
My pain all collected,
Let my demon wings take flight.

Justice is what I'm after,
Your pain is what I seek.
I hope you feel what you inflicted,
I hope my absence makes you weak.

I pray misery consumes you,
I wish my anger to prevail.
You taught me vengeance and return,
I learned hatred and betrayal.

Author notes

I just hope it all makes sense.
Written November 9th, 2005

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  • Goddess-In-Pain
    November 9, 2005
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    Amazing

    whoa...that was breath taking. Beautiful and heart wrenching all the same. I am deeply impressed and properly chastized. I know that pain lurks around every corner, and you opened my eyes to other pains, other forms of torture.
    Your Devoted Reader,
    Artemis Adriane