The silver glinting edge shines inches away
It's like un itchable scratch
An unquenchable thirst
An unsatisfyable hunger
It's so close
It beggs to consumed
It beggs be drowned in crimson pain
It beggs to eat away the perfect canvas
It's so close
Just one more
Just one more
Just one more
It's so close
A sighlent voice only I can hear
"You could do it you know"
"It wouldn't be that hard"
It's so close
It's begging makes me cave.

A beggar I once met
At the port of La Goulette
Greeted me with a nod
But he spoke to me not.

A beggar I once met
At the port of La Goulette
Made me wonder all night:
What's a beggar who beggs not?
c) LazharBouazzi
*La Goulette is a seaport town in the northern suburbs of Tunis.

Heart tormented throughout the age
Seeing nothing but destruction
Cruelty the best of the worst
Scarred for life
By a mother's emotional abuse

Never feeling comfortable around men
Afraid of anything more indepth than ***
Finding a nonjudgemental man
Thinking to repairing the past
Unknowingly mimics the mother

Finally swept away off the feet
Married, optimistic of the future
A child born early
New mother now turns the page
Happy as can be

Hormones a woman's curse
Cause heartache and despair
Mixed with the abuse of the past
Trying to over come
Badly, wanting to be good

Years pass by like rain
Flooding the family as it grows
No desire felt, yet in love for sure
Lost, scared
Self preservation reigns high

Sins of the mother passed down
Sharp tongue, quick wit
Cutting deeply through the love
Wants despartely to want, need
Tries to hang on to give not take

Illness prevails
Striking down
Hormones and desire all put aside
Attempts to reach out
Just cannot

You stop trying and give up
It gets worse
Make it stop mommy
Don't leave Daddy
Tear paint the canvas

Have I been so cruel
Ungiving and cold
Cirumstances piling up
Body becoming older

Beggs and pleads to try to fix
Isn't just a cold hearted woman
A beautiful soul inside
Just needs nourishment
Don't turn away

Don't toss tthis lifeaway
Not into the trash
Try harder
Meet a quarter of the way
Whatever you decide

Please Don't  turn away

"I can't do this anymore!" She screams slidding down the wall burying her head in her knees.

"Then stop fighting us" The voices in her head whisper.

"I can't give in!" She crys grabbing fist fulls of her hair.

"Give in no one will miss you." They tell her.

"No, please stop." She beggs.

"Your worthless"
"Ugly"
"A waste of space"
"A mistake"

She harshly wipes her tears away and stands up. She starts walking towards her closet.

"Fat"
"A nobody "
"Loser"

She opens the closet door and looks for the 'box'.

"**** yourself " the voices chant.

She grabs the box and opens the lid. She pulls out a gun and a heart breaking sob betrays her.

"Hurry before its to late"

Knock-knock

Someone knocks on her door as she loads the gun and points it at her head.

"Sweet heart dinners rea...NOO!" Her mother screams as she pulls the trigger.

Beneath my feet
Lys green grass
A ball approaching from a distance
hesitating, thinking should I catch or ignore it but I think fast and react
just before it passes my vision
I look up and there lyes  a child smiling with joy
Her mother following closly behind like a fumble at a football game
She smiles  and thanks me for my unheroic deed
As she walks away my heart beggs me to ask her stay
So I reacted quickly "saying" please mistress would please join me on my lonly read in the park
She answers well I would hate to intrude but I will if you insist
She sits closely enough to where her hair brushes my face
The suns beautiful rays of sunshine brings out her beautiful eyes
Dark and brown where the color of her eyes
Her skin so soft like sleeping on air suspended by nothing but love........

Part 2 Coming soon

Broken and torn
Only a stiched-up rag doll
Remains in her place.
And she rembered trying
So hard not to cry
While sitting on that
Church pew,
And she rembered trying
To ease the pain
When the blade cut
Into her worn-out wrist.
She would punish herself
For being so blind
And letting herself get hurt.
The first time she saw him again
Was on the sidewalk.
It tore her appart inside,
Every inch of flesh
Peeled off her brittle bones
And was thrown to the floor.
And she rermbered trying
Not to mess up the braiding
Of the noose she began
To weave right after he left.
And she rembered trying
To throw that noose away,
Only to dig it out of the trash again.
And she still loves him,
No matter how much it hurts.
He is now oblivious to her existance
So why wold he care about
The girl inside her he killed?
The corpse she carries,
The one that holds her hand
And beggs her not to hold
Anyone elses hand again.
At night sometimes thay dance,
She and her dead friend
To the music that will play
In the rotting corpses head.
She throws herself into that movement,
The fluid furry of flying limbs.
Dancing and dancing like mad
Untill she rembers him again.

Do you weep
Do you weep
as the moon falls,
and the sun rises
when the birds call
and children are made
Do you weep
Do you weep
In the dark
In the night
Before the stars
Before the moon
Do you weep
Do you weep
Gently,
so gently
quiet,
QUIET!
Best the neighbors not hear
Les they bring more tears
Tears like fire,
burn my throat
use me
use me
till I'm bled
like a ******* pig
A ******* Pig is what you are,
nasty little thing
NASTY
Big rats,
hairless
hooved
devils
burn the witch
burn burn
Burn the *****
Les she bring us
upon the gates of hell
-home
Home is where the heart is
good thing mine's in the woods, in a box
everything is stranger in the woods
woods, where the creature crawls
horned,
pale
god
-he beggs
"help me help me"
"**** me **** me"
"master master"
"bring your might down upon me"
"for it is because of me that they burn"
-no response from the wicked king
Blessed, blessed
feel the cut, feel the blade
feel the fire, feel him
Blessed, Blessed
-now he lay me down to sleep
-bless my soul for him to keep
-and if i wake not morn' rise
-take my soul, yours to eat
-take my eyes, take my thighs
-take them, my blessed