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Decoration
12-10-02
Dedicated to:
My beloved Christopher
Fuck You
You know I hate you
So much I'm trembling
Can barely keep my hand upright
My eye is twitching
You sit beside me
In silence
But my mind
Is wild with noise
Of splintering wood
And shrieks and screams
I want to tear your flesh
You little fuck you
Perhaps you taste better than you act
Warm blood spilling over my chest
Hands gripping knives
Thrusting through your flesh
Blood splattering my walls
Like some pretty decoration
I made all by myself
With you help, your blood at least
This was a good poem. You did a great job putting your emotions in your words. Nice job
Ter
a little disturbing, but very well written in its discriptive nature. you convey your feelings very well without haveing to repeatedly come flat out and say things like you make me sick or things along that line. well done.
Rock out to your stereO
~ryss