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Stopped
Looking down upon my arm,
I remembered when I caused such harm.
The tension had built up in me,
I had to have a way to bleed.
You would scream,
And you would yell,
Sending me deeper,
Into this hell.
You found out and beat me every day,
Eventually I stopped the pain.
I stopped the hits,
I stopped the kicks,
I stopped the breathing,
I've now found bliss.
I've released myself,
From this hell,
I've unhooked the shackles,
In my cell.
The scars will leave,
With time and love,
Till the day I'm carried,
Carried away on a dove.
 .The.Super.Sadist. · Thu Nov 24, 2005 @ 08:48pm · 0 Comments |
