Tired, twisted, sick of this... it can't get better, it has to go balistic - liquoirice, black, fucking sick of you. So what if I AM racist through and through? I want blood, destruction and pain, I want hate, electric shocks and rain, I want life, death, everything black... What the fuck are you? What the fuck is that? How is hate pain and how is pain hate? How can you call this love when love is just rape? Get razors and overdoses and plenty of nurses and different poses for different diagnoses and hope and exstacy.
I want drugs and alcohol. I want miscarriages and abortions. I want sons and daughters that kill Mothers in their sleep. I want nightmares. I don't want dreams. I want scars, stitches and seams. I want purple, red, blue... I want to be black and blue. Not exactly black. Not exactly that. I want to be Irish, I want a caravan. I don't want to be no-one but who the FUCK I am. I want a heart. I want to be whole; not ripped up, spat on and torn apart. I want to be cut up. I want to be put in the dark. I want a corner to hide in with razor-wire to be tied in, carrying suicide-light.
I want to be hired, not tired and fired. I want this day to be night. I want this death to be my life. I want ten years to turn into one. I want to die. I want to be done. I don't know what I want. I don't know right from wrong. I don't know the difference between a scar and a song. I know suicide and I know that it's night's light. I would know if it was wrong but it ain't because it's right. I know that I reap what I sow. And I could grow up if I wanted to. And I could stop drinking and start tattooing pain with a chain onto suicide skin.
I could tell you how to stop, start, begin, sink, live with death and die again... I could drag you to hell and show you the sky - show you a life through vampire-eyes. Bring thunder for company, bring the night's sky, bring rain if you need the answer to what, where and why... Bring hope, bring peace, bring violence and rage... but there is no high... in this heart and it's cage.
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Picture Credit: http://navate.deviantart.com/art/cage-21828944
A contest entry
- Prompt: Caged Within Ones Self by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 6, 8 entries
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Love with pain, love with rain. Hate those who are happy, and those who art crappy.
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Wow.I see your still writing happy stuff!
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As always Asif.
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Thank You for Your Entry ~
You're gonna have to label this Adult due to the content mate, I'll be back to check on that if you haven't done so I'll report this and I really don't want too
Damn... you didn't just slap me you sucker punched me and left me bleeding internally but begging for me; the raw power in this knocks me down and back up so I can be knocked down again.
"I want miscarriages and abortions. I want sons and daughters that kill Mothers in their sleep. I want nightmares. I don't want dreams." --> hell yeah
Poetically I'd love it if you broke this into stanzas to help the flow
best of luck!
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Stay safe
~Manda
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I think I labelled it as Adult...?
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You have yes, thank you
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I’ve lived the hate, the pain, the despair your words so beautifully paint. Standing in a silent line awaiting your turn while pulling your hair and screaming at the top of your lungs at the absurdity and injustice of life turning love to hate, hope to despair simply because it’s easier in a lazy sorta way. Anger, despair, hate the fast foods of emotions drive up to the window toss in your money drive away with your purchases you don’t even have to look at the cashier. Love, hope understanding forgiveness it takes so much effort you have to plan a menu, shop for the ingredients, measure each spice, wait patiently as it cooks set a table, hell invite a guest; just to much effort easier to just drive up to that window and drive off alone.
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