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A girl lost in translation [[Fairytales that frighten you]]

Death began and
had ended with her.
She was pure evil,
eyes hollow.
Scars mutilated
a once pure innocent skin;
a temple of doom.
Becoming a sad story of a girl
interrupted.
Twenty - two asprin
and a bottle of vodka,
she heard angels
whisper her name.
How could something
so pure
be ravaged by the tantilizing
world of sin?
She tore off her skin and immersed
herself in the pleasures
of pain.
She walked the dark path,
destroying her soul.
Death would become her.
Climbing the ladder
labeled deviant freak.
A heartless maniac
clawing at humanity,
only wanting to feel.
With no emotion
salvation took the blade
and began carving life into
something that had already died.
No direction,
Wandering. A hopeless vagabond.
She needed reality to slap her in
the face.
Suffering was her clarity,
only when she bled,
a little girl lost,
raped
would be free.
Death would be coming soon,
Gun in hand,
a means to a forget fucking end.

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...I was listening to Disturbed...

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  • Sketchward
    September 1, 2008

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    Hm. At first I didn't think I was gonna like this, but it's really good. It reminds me of a problem I'm going through right now. "A heartless maniac / clawing at humanity, / only wanting to feel." Lately I've been having issues with feeling no emotion, and it's got me wondering about my humanity and wanting to feel, too. I don't have any answers for you either, but if you figure something out, be sure to pass it on. I'll leave you with a quote from The Day The Gods Stopped Laughing:

    I am sure we mean the same thing here, with the emphasis on the word "thing." A human being without the proper empathy or feeling is the same as an android built so as to lack it, either by design or by mistake. We mean, basically, someone who does not care about the fate which him or his fellow living creatures fall victim to; he stands detached, a spectator, acting out by his indifference John Donne's theorem that "No man is an island," but giving that theorem a twist: that which is a mental and a moral island is not a man.


    • Mozarts funeral gold member
      September 1, 2008
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      Thank you so much for your awesome critique!! I hope that you find a good space and that you find the good in humanity. It takes some searching but it does exist.