I’m not angry,
Honestly, officer.
This isn’t blood you see on my plain, white shirt,
I just had a small food fight.
This isn’t a knife, sir,
Just some old, plastic toy.
This isn’t the corpse of my friend,
Just an abused mannequin.
Sir, I’m telling you the truth.
No, I haven’t been drinking.
No I haven’t done drugs.
Sir, I was just on my way home.
Excuse me, but I’m late.
Please.
I’m sorry sir, my hand slipped.
Now there are some new stains to add to her’s,
And a new lifeless doll to leave in the ditch.
Author notes
hehe. this is written about a certain someone i would just love to try barehanded decapitation. just be glad *your* not on my shit list.
Written November 22nd, 2004
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dude, rock on! I'm all about the suffering.
Recently,I managed to break my own collarbone (twice) and I'm sure people know think I'm all into masochism. And I say, as fun as it is to beat up yourself, I'm really more of a sadist. lol. thanks for commenting.
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Great poem, it is a very good piece of work. It does seem to be a bit disturbing, but it is absolutely great. But I am one of those people that would just love to watch some one suffer *grins evilly* Just kidding, but GREAT! -
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Oh god this was great. good job shadow.
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lol!! go you!! loved the poem, and i don't want to be on your shit list, but honestly this was a great piece of work. i'm in one of those "i want to see someone rot" moods and reading this helped me take out my anger..mind if i show it to the guy who made me mad?
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