Tears of a rabid dog
Grotesquely twisted in the corner
Tearing open the old sores
and feeling the stench fill me once again...
the overwhelming burn that rushes through me
and leaves me leaking on the floor
beat.
Beat.
and i go numb.
Bite them open and start again
because pain is my sole purpose
Cause i am the thorn inside your heart
decayed, repulsive and spreading the poison throughout...
you.
i.will.make.you.taste.a.bit.of.what.feel.
i shove my seeds in you
my advocate
perfect.hate.machine.
i was shoved in the dark
and told to grow
deprived of your lies of love and trust
now look at me
i'm so
pre.tee















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The demi-gods and hungry ghosts of God,
God knows I'm not at home.
--
~Aisha~
"I dreamed a dream in days gone by when hope was high and life was worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die and that God would be forgiving;
My life now is so different from what it seemed. Now...life has killed the dream I dreamed."
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Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
You don't have to die to be dead...
ok kinda still psycho from lunch, still thinking that i'm the devil's child/ the only person that exists, i think maybe its the fruit punch. fruit punch is cool. I WANT PIZZA!!!
but still thank you all for liking my poems, especially giz and aisha and dayne... since you're the only ones that like it! lol
"the floor sugar doesn't taste so good on this side of the house"
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she's|losing|her|virginity|
and|all|her|will|to|compromise|
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Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
You don't have to die to be dead...
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