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    dots Submission Name: The deer.dots

    Author: bluesoxz
    ASL Info:    16fohio
    Elite Ratio:    3.17 - 71/101/38
    Words: 507
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsThe deer.dots

    Oh im the killer When
    I speak the truth?
    Im the lover and I have
    not even touch you.
    I sin but I repent.

    The truth be told and
    All of you will unfold.
    You lies will now be
    Seen among all and
    You have nothing left
    To hide now besides
    Your pride and dignity

    Your shelter is a rock
    But why I thought your
    So powerful?Your nothing
    Without your sword and
    The Fear you make people

    Oh The all mighty one
    How I drop on my knees
    And speak to you let my
    People go and let me rest
    From this death..

    A blade for what To cut
    Away the wounds that
    Stick?A gun for what to
    Shoot what's all ready dead?
    How rude of you...
    A bible for what to teach
    me the sayings of the lord?

    Im a shepherd in the wild.
    Im a Dog lost in the night..
    I clinch to these memories.
    Sleep brings reality and im
    To scared to shut my eyes.

    You drink from this fountain
    That sinners touch and you
    become effected with immortal
    Numbness.The hurt stains
    What's left inside and you
    Cant clean the mess up
    Because your to broken to
    Know how to

    The deer in the headlights
    Of your car the blood that
    Is on your car and you
    Swear you don't remember
    Doing it.Lier.Betrayeder
    How can you do this to the
    How could you steal from
    The poor when they have
    nothing but the cloths on
    Their back.

    The yelling is what's wrong.
    The name calling is what
    The beatings is what makes
    Me numb.
    The borkenes is what's left
    And you Are a sick perv.

    You built this temple now
    Finish it.You broke the glass
    Now bleed for the weak.
    The night whispers deep into
    Your soul and your close To
    Your death.

    The end starts with me..
    The begging is when I
    Was born and your voice
    Becomes louder as you
    Come closer and I can
    Finally Say What I feel
    inside is giving away
    To the things you say.
    Giving away to the poking
    At my bones.(That you love
    So much)
    Screaming so louldy.(but your
    To busy beating mommy to
    hear me)
    Im so far away.
    Giving in.
    Im the deer in the headlights
    of your car and you don't
    Remember hitting me but
    The blood is on your car.
    Im the dear that you swore
    You never seen.

    Submitted on 2005-07-21 00:36:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      very strong and emotional. down to the last stanza is when i finally realized that this was about a man figure in your life thats abusing. there were to many ideas jumping around in this piece but i did feel your anger and thats the whole key to writing to good job on this piece
    | Posted on 2005-07-21 00:00:00 | by solemnpen | [ Reply to This ]

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