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Pain...
Oh how she runs her sickly fingers
over the very bones of my being
brushing my very soul with the tips of her nails
gnawing at my mind
Pain...
Oh how she strips me of my skin
and pulls upon my flesh
breaking my veins and
eating me alive
Pain...
Oh how she drinks my tears
using my madness to restore
her very youth
so she may torture me with restored strength
Pain...
Oh how she hovers above my shoulder
plucking at my hairs
screaming in my ears
I am deaf inside
Pain...
I am her slave...
- Title: Pain Thy Name is Slave
- Artist: Leindor
- Description: I wrote this two minutes after my grandfather's funeral... it's short but there's a lot of emotion behind it to me. Pain is different to every person. I view pain as a force... a being of some sort. It haunts and drives people to madness. The basis of my poem.
- Date: 10/04/2008
- Tags: pain name slave
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Comments (5 Comments)
- WorIds - 05/13/2009
- omg i loved it...deep writing about sad things just seems to be what i love most in writing
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- Discombobulated Me - 05/11/2009
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*shivers* o.o
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- TPV11 - 10/05/2008
- that WAS deep
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- SmartPsycho - 10/05/2008
- wow thats deap
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- 0oTamakio0 - 10/05/2008
- nice =D
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