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He tore me limb from limb
Only to build me up again.
In a whole new shape.
He built be up again
Just to tear me down.
And left me on the floor.
And walked out the door.
You are stunning
Overly understanding
Utterly the best.

Chance has brought us together
And fate will keep us there
Nobody shall take you away from my heart

Love me as I do you
Or take me as yours
Venerate our time together
Every rose has its thorn

And every breath must be let go
Guts and glory go hand in hand
As well as you and I
I promise to love you,
Never letting go.
Read sideways
Nothing about you is real enough to me.
All I can see in your eyes is fantasy.
You live in a dream world.
Full of lies.
You don't listen to the cries.
All you wanna do is slip between her thighs.
And then deny your child.
Isn't it wild?
You get to be an *******
And get away with it.
It makes me wanna slit my throat.
And decay, away in a bottomless moat.
This is about someone in my life who recently told me he wouldn't be there for me if I ever were to have his kid. Yeah.
The body so fragile, When in death only becomes more so.
When the bodies have nowhere to go.
Where they lie deep, deep below.
In the rotten sod.
All we can do is nod,
Pay our respects,
And continue life.
The knife of your mother
The cries of your brother.
Life never seems to stay
Especially when our bodies are already eroding
Sweetly, eroding away.
Thoughts race.
I can't keep up with the pace.
It's as if my brain is traveling at the speed of light.
All seemingly bright  
What a rush!
It's as if my mind is being illustrated with a super sonic paintbrush.
So colorful.
All so wonderful.
But wait. I'm losing it. It's going way too fast.
The colors, the image, it's lost
Everything has a cost.
Will my thoughts ever cease?
**** my 300 M.P.H. Intellect!
There's a reason nobody really looks fear in the face.
There's a reason nobody wants to look into the mirror
They're ashamed to be who they are
There's no reason for someone be so young and so broken
I am young and broken.
Underneath every ones skin is a layer of regret
A regret so deep it pours into ones blood.
Rattles your bones.
and reflects back from your sunken eyes, crying for help.
Screaming actually.
None of this is actually a poem.
It makes no sense really.
Yet it speaks so loudly you can't possibly ignore it.
I have a ghost. The skeleton in my closet, he's become my best friend.

With eyes as pure as water
And hair as red as the sweet sunset
With a figure like that
Do you not see my heart beguiled

Do not bestow then, your gaze upon my tired eyes
Do not speak to me, in a voice as dainty as flowers
Do not dance around me in so charming a fashion
And do not say nice words

Unless you are willing to receive my passionate and unconditional love
Stop breaking my heart

Insert awe inspiring poem here
A dóggy drópped sóme Crappó
                   steaming ón the street,
a cóffee cólóred fungus
                   piled up óh só neat -
and there a juicy maggót
                   fóund it óh só sweet,
só simply sóft and tender,
                   just like a córpse's meat

Thee maggót, nót só clever
                   -  simple and untaught -
was dreaming óf attentión,
                   slimelight's what it sóught.
An empty-minded cómrade
                   certainly'd help a lót -
anóther wórm-like nóthing
                   just the thing! it thóught.
  
While ******* in the Lóg's brain
                   - óh quite a simple chóre -
it replicated pustules,
                   petty, ghastly, sóre.
And when the Lógy maggót
                   ****** in nóthing móre
it burst apart in wónder,
                   clóned Thee Artiste Whóre

Well, Petty Little Lógbrain,
                   Whóre, Thee Artiste crank
Are mixed up in the mire,
                   in mindless **** they sank.
Thee cópies creepy Crappó,
                   from pages where he stank.
and claims tó be Thee Artiste,
                   - Thee smell is simply rank

The móral óf this fable,
                   clear fór all tó see:
If fated with a Lóg brain
                   bear yóur destiny
and never let yóur EGÓ
                 rampage ón a spree!
Ór  else like Whóre and Crappó
                   yóu'll sóón turn intó Thee.



                CrE aka Trollminator

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