metaphors, and pain

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metaphors, and pain


you will come to me,
and i will drink you dry

a life with me will never be the same
a life with me will bring you closer
you will never win but are welcome to the game
oh ill shape you
ill drill holes in your spine
while your flailing and screaming, ill be taking what is mine

its because your my doll
that your under lock and key
you know you are mine
and you'll do it willingly

i am nothing but a shell
i have been shucked out by hate
i have been spending time in hell
i have seemingly sealed my fate

my body is broken now
all that is left is bitter
i have no conclusion, no final vow
here i am, just a pathetic quitter

infinitely tortured, and by default the torturer
i am the unknown, yes the anomaly
you will never know me, you will never see.
i would rip your eyes from their sockets
before giving out a key.
go fuck yourself

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Madelynn commented on metaphors, and pain

12-11-2009

Well, let me tell ya..from the first line didn't see that coming! lol -but, glad it did!!-You have taken the metephore of love, relationships, and committment..and ripped the guts out of it with power tools!!lol I gotta say-that's one way of dealing with a breakup. lol. you have once again taken your feeling and force fed them to your reader-only to wipe the mess from or lips..and leave up wanting more! You rock, the darkness!-Maddi

ELRey commented on metaphors, and pain

06-24-2009

Strong scrawling scratch upon the mortal's back Claws sharpened black To hack out the vile bile and bathe in its wretchedness

WordSlinger commented on metaphors, and pain

03-26-2009

lol, you will come to me, and i will drink you dry, So hot

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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