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8:27 p.m and i did it againI am sorry that I am reverting back to my
Animalistic-masochistic ways And I wish you could be the one that takes the away the pain. I wish I had the strength to fight what is inside of me And I wish I didn’t have the hunger to see myself bleed I cry as I write this Because I know there is no stopping me This will get bad And in the end you will see How deep my pain flows when I’m shaking and screaming Cause I cannot stop the hurt I’m receiving. I want this all to go away, I want you to stay. But like all things in my life
You were 8:27 p.m and i did it again
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the truth and your phoneYou never call
Its always her calling you And you never talk
Though the wall your building up she can clearly see through You want to destroy it all Leave her battered and bleeding
And don’t even have the decency to see if she is still breathing.
Said you’d be there and she believed you Know she’s stuck with a ghost
Your ignoring her and you come and you go And she puts a piece out every time she dials the phone She waiting for the proof of your love
And your love’s never shown
She cant let go
Even though it’s easier for you to the truth and your phone
by ~4eva-fallen-angel

bullet with butterfly wingsHer tongue is bitten out and part of her ear is missing. Her breast has been hollowed out and her throat slit
And unidentifiable marks are carved along her arms. Traces of barbed wire are around her feet and
you can tell this mangled girl suffered through a lot of pain Teeth have been removed and there is a whole in her cheek Her nose is broken and her pelvis is bruised There are brands all over her stomach
And her hair is matted with blood Her eyes still look alive though You wouldn’t even know there was a bullet lodged halfway through her brain. bullet with butterfly wings
by ~4eva-fallen-angel

just another heart hurterDeep red smears over a pencil
And a notepad
That describes a love that might not ever be And a vision that can never be seen While whirlpools are made in the indents
Of a lover’s skin. The crumpled up balls lay at her naked feet Pregnant with ideas but no real purpose
And she wishes she could right in the dark
So she wouldn’t have to see her shadow mimicking her unhappiness.
Her nails are begging for flesh to claw into And none is there but her own and her eyes gloss over as she listens to the echo’s
of her own introverted screams that have fin just another heart hurter
by ~4eva-fallen-angel

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i dont know what i was trying to do (updated)

Wed Nov 14, 2007, 5:34 PM

so this is the new one to my previouse poem

Filet my mark on you off so that you cannot feel me but the pain I cause you
the pain you have caused me.
I want to kick your teeth in with my heals and then walk over you pinching your skin with my anger
I hope you like it
Masochist
Sadist is what we both are so let us have an S&M session.
Torture me is your first move
Leave me gasping and internally bleeding
Clinging to the floor with blood pouring from me and begging for more
Hurt me
Beat me
Leave me.
I will squish every part of doubt out of you
And rip the lies from your head and let them run through my fingers
And hit the concrete.
I want to see you bleed and scream for me
And though you know the safety word you will not say it
You want me to chain you up
And never let you go
And let my cat-o-nine tails be the words that deliver a hard blow.
You want to blindfold and gag me.
Don’t let me speak so I can say no wrong
And let me not see.
Keep me locked in a room
With not enough air to breath.
And I want to carve every inch of you into me
While you feel my heart ache while I’m screaming.

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