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Reaching hysteria
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Reaching hysteria |
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courtney923 Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 43 |
Having it all, with no place to go Inside this closet, and nobody's home A chain amungst, my humble wear Inside this prison, and nobody cares Wired my jaw, and braced my feet Not seeing the movement, but hearing him breathe My cries go unanswered, yet I still bleed Becoming an animal, that noone will feed Knocking for sound, the rythym is daunting Lost all the feeling, and now I can't speak Becoming brain dead, and lost my feet Sadness is sullen, my eyes cry pain Holding me hostage, I'm growing weak Reaching hysteria, hallucinations reek Holding on for life, is getting awfully bleak As the door opens, the blood begins to seep Hanging by hooks, like a piece of meat The smell of death, beneath my feet Flies invade, as I become a feast Adding to the torture, with no way to leave My mind without rest, wandering amlessly Running, yet I'm nowhere, as I begin to sleep |
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Deranger Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 498Somewhere, between here and there |
Now this is darkness, this is gloom! Exquisite misery has never been so grimly animated. This is what Dark Passions is all about! ---------------------- Spreading insanity, one post at a time |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
This goes beyond 3am dark. I particularly like sadness is sullen. Wish I'd written it. Be well Kethry. "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- Cole |
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