curve the knife down the neck,
carve my skin,the renderless flesh,
maim me,take me,i am yours
to you my heart i give demure,
because for you i am lured
although there is never a cure-
inside my head has gone out the light
already dead so there is no fight,
i feel the pain i am not there,
killed me long ago with your hateful stare,
once i thought i'd die for you and then i did,
opened all of chaos's lids
stopped all your troubles from being hid,
you couldn't deal, didn't feel
food doesn't equate to happiness
and yet you let me be your meal
hoping you'd feel better for the kill,
i always knew you'd leave me behind
always knew you weren't the best find
always neglected common sense
always let you do the rest,
always knew you'd fuc me over
always knew i never could be sober,
Always knew i was yours
no use leaving
trying to heal the bleeding
to go on to someone else-
your stuck with me and i with you,
that's how it always flew
that's how we'll always screw
each other over,
with knives stabbed deep and far
always knew i'd die in your embrace
always knew there'd be no trace
nothing left no semblance
or rememberance of me left in these woods,
always knew you would do good...
always knew you'd take care of yourself
always knew i'd wish you well
even when i and all was fell,gone nel.
I always knew you would be fine...
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wrote this July 6th,2009
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sounds lyke u been through a lot. i feel ur pai
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"already dead so there is no fight"
as i read this poem i feel your struggles
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Good story, touching, with clear roles. The allegories you bring forth are effective and creative.
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wow
a subimmisive and total obeseiance like ive in to the one that you do lve.....and rhymed from line one to last line.. Iloved ths one helluva lot.......thanks for sharing it...brilliant poem..visit me sometimes to tel me how you like my poetry -
the mind gave you the demure to cast the message spawned the blade will speak the essence in heart and take the death for which it came well penned hugs Angel♥
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your rymes are really predictable. its boring this new poem of yours....do you not have anything NEW??? try to be less predictable...write of reality not this wanna be reality...you'll see the real poet in you
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