I look at them and laugh
as they beat me in everyway,
I tell them to go to hell
when they look my way,
My heart grows darker
as they tell me im a disgrace,
and spit in my face,
My hope slowly fades when nobody offers to help,
My life grows fainter still
when the person I thought once loved me joined in,
and mocked me,
destroying my innocence,
Now, here I stand in this pool of blood,
of all of those who hurt me,
abused me,
spat on me,
laughed and mocked me,
they are still haunting me in my dreams
their laughter, torture, punishment,
forever near,
but yet I never once shed a tear,
I will no longer fear them,
For now thier gone,
They will now burn and be tortued,
as I embrace this next chapter of my life.
Comments
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Well with all the dead people, it's not a shallow piece of writing
. You do well to exclude all traces of emotion, if not the crime. Again, the rhythm has a nice beat that makes it a worthwhile read.
Hope you're feel better since writing,
Mordegast
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My
One very dark yet interesting write. The sadness leaves this reader wondering just why? And if reality is part of this. I do hope not.
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