Pain...it's what's for dinner!

He shattered my faith
He shattered my mind
My body, my self, my soul

He took what he wanted of me
By force, I would not let go

He opened my mind to terrors
He opened my heart to pain
He siezed all my hopes and dreams
Destroyed my innocence for his gain

My Self he took from me
And kept it locked away
Behind crystal cabinets that vowed
To hold my salvation at bay

but my Soul he could not reach
Although he pledged to try
But I would not give in
And I refused to die

And though his memory seeks to chain me
To force me once again down low
I know he cannot destroy me

I will be free. I have my soul.

[edit on 6-2-2010 by smyleegrl]

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Good to see this thread bumped by someone other than whaaa


My mind is out
to kill me.
My soul is out
to lunch.
And my lover said
"oh baby angel, you'll
save me" in her
sleep.
I wondered who
this Angel is.
It's not me.
One could almost
pity the man
who shoots
his last
bullet.

Incomplete
& Mind adrift,
I fell like jumping
off a cliff...

For what is life,
if it's not mine
I am myself,
from time to time

Play along, and smile
polite...
I'm not in the mood,
for another fight.

My mind is mine...
and mine alone!
It's all I have
to call my own...

So leave me be,
I ask of thee.
Or must I beg & cry & plea?

Don't try and change me,
you might not like
What I could turn into
Overnight...

My dark eyes what my shaking hands
Shaking, quivering, you know you made me angry
My dark eyes glare at you
Yet you keep on laughing at me
You think it's a joke
all of it
In my dark eyes you don't see the pain
the pain you are causing me
The little fire inside of me growing into hatred
My dark eyes warning you
warning you I will kill you any moment with my own hands
My dark eyes watch your eyes
your eyes piercing through me
a smile on your face
darkness....what is happening
My dark eyes see your dead body
Your body laying motionless
knowing you won't hurt me again
a smile on my face
My dark eyes watch as my hands stop shaking

The grass is green
But the basement is full of blood...
Jimmy's been at it again
And it's late

There's flowers on the table
And the smell of death throughout...
Jimmy's been at it again
There's body parts everywhere...

There's hands holding hands
Feet a few feet away from arms...
Torsos of only men
There were no penises...

Jimmy was collecting penises again
He was born with ambiguous genetalia...
He cut them off dogs as a small boy
They gave him observation for that...

Now he's 27 years old
Jimmy should know better...
He just wants to be loved
Women love men with penises...

Well, Jimmy has seven severed members
It's like a bouquet...
Seven times the fun and pleasure
Now it's time to find his bride...