iamsam
Wishes To Be A Distraction
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Breathe
Dec 13, 2005 21:42:01 GMT -6
Post by iamsam on Dec 13, 2005 21:42:01 GMT -6
This is my first post on this website. I wrote this awhile back. Ah, read and reply.
Inhale, smell the awful scent of blood, crimson regret, all I will leave behind. Chained to my conscience, trapped in reality, shackled by my fear of you. I could scream until my lungs explode, but you will never hear me over your mind’s whispers. This pain consumes me, burning my body, eating away at my soul until all that’s left are my scars. My sanity will escape, my mind will wither, my heart will bleed, but these scars remain. Given by you and your punishment. I deserve it, don’t I? I don’t, but forever your empty promises linger. Obey and be rewarded, bathe in the sunlight of your so called love. The love that doesn’t exist, despite what you say. Lying through gritted teeth, taking your anger out on me. I’ve nearly come to enjoy your tormenting. The torture, physical, mental, has become an old friend. It’ll be here when you are dead, cold in your grave. Who will have killed you? Will I rebel? Or will I just escape, leaving you alone with regret and seething evil.
-Samantha S.
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Breathe
Dec 14, 2005 15:51:29 GMT -6
Post by Laura on Dec 14, 2005 15:51:29 GMT -6
I love the word "shackled" ... this:
"I could scream until my lungs explode"
reminds me of Pearl Jam's Indifference when he sings "I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room" ... oh I love it. I love Eddie ... sorry, off track.
"The torture, physical, mental, has become an old friend."
--I like this part. I like when people refer to something as a friend. Nice job.
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Breathe
Dec 14, 2005 22:29:02 GMT -6
Post by NotSoPerfect on Dec 14, 2005 22:29:02 GMT -6
"my heart will bleed, but these scars remain."
deep.
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