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Death In A Straitjacket

Bastard son of a big time underdog I am,
tormentor of subconscious self
Man of unearthly fear, a truly voiceless lamb,
crying for mothers milk to blindly engulf

Nothing in life seems ever to go my way,
that's why I am so bloody sad
Imposter in the war zone, a sickly gay,
hiding from the savage world gone mad

Momma always said I was just a tad crazy,
like an infant on some weird acid trip
A molester of cats, killing lovely daisies,
killing anything pretty by crack of the whip

From skinning cats I went to immature girls,
plucking their beautiful eyes out for fun
Such games I exhibited to the wide world,
and paid dearly by force of a stungun

So they locked me up in the stupid nuthouse,
a place they said would fix my hurting head
Insane it all was, experiments to cruelly rouse,
to drive out the demons they all justly said

Yet I felt nothing at all wrong with me,
only a desire to be left alone
Still the quacks and nurses could not see,
nor believe I was sane and well known

Like I had fans, devotees of my deeds,
ready to die for me, just like Sally did
A girl of sixteen who I so left to bleed,
my tormentor of home, dead for a quid

So am I a scoundrel?, am I right in the mind?,
or a child blind maybe in my woeful world
Crying for homes safety, crying for playtime,
that's all I'm asking for in this life so hurled

Forced into a corner, made to commit,
devote myself to a dead man
Well no way do I feel the need to submit,
so become as they, destroyers of my plans

My projects, my life's work in discectomy,
pulling life apart, killing frogs and whores
Masturbator, ejaculator driven to misogamy,
that's who I've become, a man left bored

So I thrill, kill my life injecting ice by the grams
at least I did until authority nabbed me
Compulsions unnerving, a true cause to condemn,
now death in a straitjacket be societies key 

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Ones delusions of life, be it real or made up can lead to asylum woes.

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  • lovestinks
    November 11

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    love the unsually descriptive words.. each fitting in context well. it got a little lengthy, but the visuals and feelings painted forced me to continue through. great job.. keep penning!


  • whyspr gold member
    November 11

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    Definately fits in the dark genre. Good descriptive imagery. It will definately get you into the asylum.. ack! The content makes me cringe, which I believe it's supposed to do, so that would make it a success.


  • Catacomb
    November 11
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    Very well written. I love it. -eye twitches-


  • Catacomb
    November 11
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    Very well written. I love it. -eye twitches-


  • Jet City Woman
    November 10

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    This is really intense! I loved how you worded this, it made your poem come alive with it's emotions! Good luck in the contest!

    xoxo
    KJ


  • Devine.identity
    November 10

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    very descriptive, weather its relating to someone or your trying to be understood, I like the feeling this sends out. very unique concept .


  • Raining Kisses silver member
    November 9

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    and so you peg it all out like a bleeding pelt for all the world to see.....this one is incredile...fine rhythm....great imagery......nerve tingling realism......this is superb...bravo
    T


  • Oh.My.Juliet
    November 9

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    This is very raw, I love the emotions in this piece. They come through loud and clear. Good work!

    x Thanks for sharing

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