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    dots Submission Name: Insanitydots

    Author: sword stalker
    ASL Info:    18/female/home
    Elite Ratio:    2.57 - 27/27/16
    Words: 194
    Class/Type: Poetry/
    Total Views: 774
    Average Vote:    5.0000
    Bytes: 1066

       this is what my mind is coming to...

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    No one can feel what I feel.
    No one can see what I see.
    None have ever been scarred the way I have.
    Locked deep inside the folds of my soul,
    I begged to live, I begged to be free,
    I begged and begged only to be ignored,
    Shut off into this hollow darkness I call the calm of insanity.
    Finally awoken from my long slumber,
    I rise with nothing but hate and bitterness in my soul.
    Numb from everything that has happened,
    From the day i lost everything,
    To the point in my life I see the man who said he loved me,
    Brings me to sweet madness,
    A madness which I have corrupted over and over.
    Tired that I should have to live inside a woman who holds a blade of life and death,
    I burst free of having the scent of freedom alas mine.
    Now, I can do the very thing I wanted to do the first day I saw himÖ
    A thing so daring, his dear Damia would never do.
    If itís one thing a man likes, itís a woman who can:
    Touch him with black lustÖ

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      Nice... The poem has a really twisted meaning. It seems to me like the meaning goes into understanding. The Understanding of what the people truely think. That you do feel trapped at times and waiting to be let loose.
    | Posted on 2006-01-12 00:00:00 | by Evil Jesture | [ Reply to This ]

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