Atheist Saint
Crazed Fan
Poetic Terrorist
Blending the 21'st centrury with hate
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Post by Atheist Saint on Jun 3, 2006 23:51:49 GMT -5
Solitary Confinement I suppose is what you could call this Four walls surrounding me And outside An endless field of yellow, brittle grass Accompanied by dead or dying tress
And inside the four walls Deep darkness In the middle lay my child Dark red hair and even darker red eyes
It never laughs, never coos Doesn't even eat It just lays there with a blank stare But I feel it's pain Everytime it hurts My heart feels like an explosion
One day it got sick It vomited and died
I didn't know what to do I just let it's corpse lie there And all the while My heart was in peremptory pain Never letting up for an instant
Then, my heart and chest It cracked open Ooze flowed out of my chest As fast as a 2 legged horse All the while my pain was leaving
Once it was all out It burned a deep hole in my floor I took the child's body And put it in the gap At that moment, the gash proceeded to close And right before the floor was in unison once more I heard a happy coo come from the earth
I looked outside And the grass had turned green And the trees were alive And there were birds by my window!
I looked at the sun And I smiled
I tear fell from my face And went into the ground to join my child
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Post by Lisa Vicious on Jun 4, 2006 0:11:04 GMT -5
Godamn Bobby... this is intensely great! "Then, my heart and chest It cracked open Ooze flowed out of my chest As fast as a 2 legged horse All the while my pain was leaving"
very good.... I think this is one of your best. I even see a prequal to it.
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