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Realistic
Blacken my
Eyes, kick me down
And laugh at my
Pain.. Make me bleed for
Everything I am.
Call me a whore
And smack me hard enough
So it makes me
Daze for a bit.
Take your knife, settle
The score.. Make
Deep gashes in my legs
So warm blood pours out to
your satisfaction..
Carve your hatred into
My flesh and watch
As your creating
Makes me scream.
Your sick twisted gnarled
Grin appears when I beg you
To stop.. And so you
Become cruel
And take a nine inch nail,
And stab it through my
Arm.. You step back,
And a small splash
Comes from under your feet..
My blood has pooled around,
And you take another drink,
Then spit and walk away.
Leaving me for dead.
Thank you, I guess
I have deserved it..
I close my eyes,
But then I wake up..
That nightmare was too real..
And I fear it..
But spoken fears can come true..
Eyes, kick me down
And laugh at my
Pain.. Make me bleed for
Everything I am.
Call me a whore
And smack me hard enough
So it makes me
Daze for a bit.
Take your knife, settle
The score.. Make
Deep gashes in my legs
So warm blood pours out to
your satisfaction..
Carve your hatred into
My flesh and watch
As your creating
Makes me scream.
Your sick twisted gnarled
Grin appears when I beg you
To stop.. And so you
Become cruel
And take a nine inch nail,
And stab it through my
Arm.. You step back,
And a small splash
Comes from under your feet..
My blood has pooled around,
And you take another drink,
Then spit and walk away.
Leaving me for dead.
Thank you, I guess
I have deserved it..
I close my eyes,
But then I wake up..
That nightmare was too real..
And I fear it..
But spoken fears can come true..
Published 28th Jun 2012
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