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Alone, Searching, Find me in the darkness
Touch me, heal me
Make me have breath
Breathe, feel alive again!

Set free my tormented soul
Temptations sway my vision
Show me truth, not lies
I want to see reality

Truth, why, justice?
Lies, Mother fucking whore!!!
Your face is full of deceit

But I keep coming back for more,
More, more, coming back for more.
Kill the pain, kill the pain

You, yes you, you’re my drug
I hate you go away
But no you can’t
I need you.
Caged in torment, I’m you’re
Slave you’re whore!!!

Fuck me, Use me, Abuse me
That’s all you ever do
I hate you, I hate you
I HATE YOU!!!

Take me, break me,
Throw me away
I am you’re nothing
My precious.

Touch me, feel me,
Heal me, Falling
D
       O
              W
                     N
     Darkness
     Black
                     Nothingness
I have come undone.

                        September/05
©2005-2009 ~SuperNova23
:iconsupernova23:

Author's Comments

Yet another poem i wrote sometime during September, During art class when i was supposed to be brian-stoming a Me @ this Moment Project ( so much has changed in such a short time)
But this is one of my favs that I come up with
I love it...

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:iconseerborn:
Love hte concept the shift in perspective..the contrasting and shifting emotion.
the blaming the self-imposed pity
good work

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" and what is life but endless lies and saints the greatest of inventors, and what are we but dreams of immortal sleepers" - Anthony Shriek
:snowflake:
:iconsupernova23:
Thanks :D :P

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:dygel:In time I have learned that it's not who I am right now, but who I will become in the end! :dygel:

If you are a prisoner... Let the music take you... If you are a prisoner... Let the music set you free...
:iconchuckles:
Great, work. Shows alot of emotion. haha I am absolutely horrible at commenting on things :P
:iconseerborn:
welcome =)

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" and what is life but endless lies and saints the greatest of inventors, and what are we but dreams of immortal sleepers" - Anthony Shriek
:snowflake:
:iconsupernova23:
*Having Hijacked his friend's account/ ie. not Supernova*
I wish he'd get some sort of organization in here, free-verse has to be well-revised: poetry is the best selection and arrangement of words, especially so in free-verse. You know, so its not just a journal in stanza's; make it into art!

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:dygel:In time I have learned that it's not who I am right now, but who I will become in the end! :dygel:

If you are a prisoner... Let the music take you... If you are a prisoner... Let the music set you free...
:iconphreakse7en:
wow.. i read this before and was amazed.. but i was in a rush and didnt get a chance to comment it.. and now im bored, so i decided to read it again and am absolutely amazed once again, i LOVE it... the repetition is very effective.. i can just feel the hate flowing from you hand to the pencil/pen to the paper(or computer if you wrote it on a computer) just.. wow

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There IS no city of God, only the intervals...

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