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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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I hate myself more than you ever would I am dead inside and it is a death by my hand Sometimes I self destruct like no one could Feeling less than half a shell of a man The me that you know used to be something more More than this, this pain machine made up of wires Robotic diseased, stripped of the inner voice of war One that brought forth creation in heavenly inspire My hurt is given to the one that I love the most Nothing to offer, only the deeds to destroy Thereby erasing in slow degrade the ever present ghost With the addictive impulse carelessly deployed Used and beaten, scarred in your recessed mind A place that was once hallow, now a darkened blight I cannot change the ever turning hands of time Churning out its webs of blackness to swallow the light So I continue to damage myself in your eye Downward I cast the thorns of wasted wants Don’t want to become that dead type of guy The thought of your hurt is what always haunts Manifest this infection to alleviate the sickness All I ever hoped to do as I shred the skin away To battle the demon, to have strength to suppress But in the end, only I weak and you betrayed There is only one way to change the memory inside That is the thought more than anything, feared For the taste of salt from endless nights I cried Begging for that one day to finally disappear |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Sometimes I self destruct like no one could Feeling less than half a shell of a man The me that you know used to be something more More than this, this pain machine made up of wires This is titled well for it is indeed a brutal assessment... one that magnifies every flaw until the field of vision is filled and denied sight of the good. I think we all go there occasionally... but lack the brutal strength to delve our failings so thoroughly and usually scurry right back to our comfort zones. *S* Brutal honesty is that we all have both... the dark and the light, the bad and the good. This is a fantastic write of the battle to be better! *S* |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Look around, the simple things, the beautiful things. The nature, someone smile, things will look much better, I hope. Deep thoughts put into writing. "Hardwork pays in the long run" |
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SeraphimBroken Member
since 2009-03-09
Posts 74USA |
"My hurt is given to the one that I love the most Nothing to offer, only the deeds to destroy Thereby erasing in slow degrade the ever present ghost With the addictive impulse carelessly deployed." perhaps, all we can do... is harness the demon, and take the good and run. The depth of inner pain's turmoil, beautifully expressed! |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
This poem really struck a chord in me. I've been there, and in some ways always will be. Nevertheless this poem was excellently penned. |
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