A silence that breeds pain
sweeps over such thoughts,
such memories that can't seem
to be remembered
and will soon be forgotten.
This relentless longing
plagues every corner
of your aching mind.
The locusts refuse to clear.
Each step taken forward
dims the past,
and only thickens the shade
of the crusted hand-prints.
These guilty stains
traced along her veins
whisper your vengeful plan.
Take back what's yours,
and steal what was never hers.
Her skin still smells fresh,
but the porcelain masterpiece
is now smeared with hate.
Her delicate frame
once a picture of innocence
is now grotesquely distorted by lust.
Such a supercilious scene
brings you to your knees.
The holocaust complete.
You have her forever.
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yup
Written October 4th, 2006
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you know on some songs how they have someone talking in the beginning...well this should be one of those things
no joke it sounds so cool its all morbid..ish...VEEEERRRYY nice
and you do deserve better
I LOVE YOU!!!! -
You write beautiful
i love you.
i love your poem.
I hate Zach.
you deserve better.
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