Desperation calls to me
crawling like bugs into my skin
Tearing holes
digging deeper and deeper
ripping out my veins
letting them hang lifeless
onto my body
i choke up blood
and tears fall from my face
like rain
I laugh knowing its only a dream
I take the knives and daggers
and stab myself with them
screaming in agony
as i watch my dolls stare and look at me
I feel their eyes moving
and their whispers
speaking so silent
softly into my ears
Just like before
I break....
down into the water
of blood before me
Nails painted black
staining my eyes
as i try to tear them out
only death is all i see
I hate these so fucking much
It makes me the sick person i am
dreaming of every-ones death as i sleep
seeing then hanging from buildings
one by one
as i count them and laugh
shooting each one in the head
watching and hearing them scream
telling me
"No please don't"
"Don't kill my baby"
I am the worlds fucking god
This world is a sick place
so why cant i be
Its only my playground of death
This poem makes me roll on the floor and laugh, how ....should i put this....it was....brutal.
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mmmm i liked this
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wow....good imagery. I could visulize the people hanging, the black fingernail polish, ripping your veins out. Nicely done....good write. You have a point this world is a very sick place. Mothers killing their children, people killing people they don't know....it shouldn't be a part of our lives, but it is and eventually we have to learn to cope somehow....
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LOL
ahahaha lol tht is awesome, hahahah dead people. lol sux to be them eh.
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sis i know this is how you feel
but this is also how the devil feels and i don't think you want to be the devils sex toy or doll being tortured and raped and then finally slatered for being ugly
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