Come, my dear, let me take you away
Where the Sun's probing rays can't be
Where vision turns into an eternal black curtain
Where the light of day you cannot see
Come let the darkness encircle you
Let it surround you in its trance
Let it close in upon your entire frame
Around you in cirlces let it dance
Let it fill up your every inner organ
Let it clear your mind of your thoughts
Let it stop you dead in your tracks
Let it touch you in unexplored spots
Let it leave you as a whole new being
Let it leave you wanted, dying for more
Until you realise its done you in again
Its raped you again, you dirty whore!!!
Jul 29, 2008
Jul 28, 2008
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They damned her when she tried to speak
Jeered her when she lay in the ground
They condemned her into the deepest of shells
Yet she always smiled, never frowned
Like a sponge her heart soaked the tears
Insults like alcohol coursed her veins
No one knew of her black conscience
No one could fathom her pains
But in the end when, she'd return
She'd use her sword destroying pen
Unleash a beast on sheets of paper
Verbal destruction to destroy those men
Those men lay crumpled under paper feet
Ink flowed like poison to kill them all
The sponge was squeezed as black acid poured
In the form of words all over her walls
She wrote of her past, she wrote of her days
She wrote of friends she could call her own
She wrote of love, war, life and death
She wrote of a world where she was all alone
She was the character, she was the plot
She was the dialogue that ran right through
She was the end of your non-fiction novel
She was the chapter that ended it for you.
Dedicated to the writer who is her book!!! Dedicated to the book who is its writer. Dedicated to my friend... who is an open book!!!
Keep writing!!!
Jeered her when she lay in the ground
They condemned her into the deepest of shells
Yet she always smiled, never frowned
Like a sponge her heart soaked the tears
Insults like alcohol coursed her veins
No one knew of her black conscience
No one could fathom her pains
But in the end when, she'd return
She'd use her sword destroying pen
Unleash a beast on sheets of paper
Verbal destruction to destroy those men
Those men lay crumpled under paper feet
Ink flowed like poison to kill them all
The sponge was squeezed as black acid poured
In the form of words all over her walls
She wrote of her past, she wrote of her days
She wrote of friends she could call her own
She wrote of love, war, life and death
She wrote of a world where she was all alone
She was the character, she was the plot
She was the dialogue that ran right through
She was the end of your non-fiction novel
She was the chapter that ended it for you.
Dedicated to the writer who is her book!!! Dedicated to the book who is its writer. Dedicated to my friend... who is an open book!!!
Keep writing!!!
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