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Past Influence
Your words sometimes slither through my mind like poison
Feeding off the fleshy parts of my being
A slick and thin wire lubricated with your hatred
It burns when inserted into the skin
The eyes of dark lusty desire burned into my skull
Peel away the skin coating it when I expire
All you will see is the two petty initials
Carved in your sloppy, childish writing
Something you claimed
My goddamned sanity
As I spiraled into the nothing that was inevitable
You grasped my arm and threw me into the pits of damning Hell
Your own private quarters where you ravaged me continuously
Driven by lust and utter contempt for this Angel
You ceremoniously ripped off my fucking wings and tossed them
Into the bloody jar that you kept underneath the sheets
You ran a knife down my spine and took out the cord
Laughed when I bent in the direction you contorted me in
Slapped me across the face like the dog I was
I ne'er barked louder than how I barked for your acceptance
You tied the noose of crimson wire and tugged ever so tightly
You knew that I was mortally wounded and you had the cure
The poison you had fed me everyday to hide the truth
I forgot how to feel and you tied the red ribbons around vitals
Pulling just to watch me scream....
Somedays I still feel your burning glare in the back of my mind
Your influence over me almost unreal though I swear I'm fine
Covered my eyes and led me to the dank pit that was your room
Continuing to rip and tear at my body....
You built me up to a fucking level
I broke away and watched my points drop
All the way to the goddamned bottom...
From 10 to 1 doc, I'm a zero.
Published 1st Jan 2012
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1st Jan 2012 7:56pm
A sick and twisted puppeteer you have. Stripping you of all that makes you; you. You still try to hold yourself together. With all this pain you asked for it to stop. You will not fold. Great write. Alot of feeling in this poem. To the reading list you go. Woooosh
1st Jan 2012 8:38pm
of words, twisted and turned to express strong feelings. You are good my dear Chandler.
2nd Jan 2012 10:55am
4th Jan 2012 7:57pm
