Zarsies 5970 Share Posted December 21, 2018 Tonight’s the night I take a bite Of one hundred and fifteen grams of lead. Suffocating dread, Eternal bed; No light ahead. Tonight’s the night I turn white And ruin the lives of everyone around me. Set me free Into the black sea And hear the wailing banshee. Tonight’s the night I end the blight That is my existence upon this plane. Splatter my brain, Dry every vein, Flush me down the drain. Tonight’s the night I recite Your wicked name for the last time. Toxic slime, Your war crime. You stole me at my prime. Tonight’s the night I write My grievances on my skin. Bloody chin, Never win; Null and void within. Tonight’s the night I fight The instinct of self preservation for good. Ruined boyhood. “Never would.” Always misunderstood. Tonight’s the night, You parasite, I release the pain you filled me with. Feeble wordsmith, Black pith, Forgotten with myth. Shrink. Hide. Disappear. Weak little *****. You stole my flesh, left me bare. A skeleton wrapped in skin; a tragic affair. Emaciated. Starving. Thin. Dark and unforgivable sin. So much pain the vomit spilled. Innocence crushed. Unfulfilled. Like glass shards in every flexing muscle, A fight was useless. You knew how to tussle. Stop. Please stop. Crushing. On top. Shame. Shame. Shame. The family name… Shame of the bloodline. Burden; weight; Never say. Silence is my fate. My gut is a hungry abyss Ready to be filled by your kiss Of punches, thrusts, and slaps So I can digest your pain. Thought traps Lock me in my wretched body That you defiled. Please, somebody Hear me. Help me. I can’t go on I’d rather starve. Woebegone. Every scar and forgotten bruise Were masked by lies to keep the ruse That I was fine. I’m fine. Peachy. Great. Cloud Nine. Can an eight year old ask for it? Was it what I wore? How I submit? You filled me with your suffering And left my brain buffering, Trying to process the thought That I was just meat you liked a lot. So now I plead; “sleep take me, Let me flee.” The sleep, baby, Dreamless, maybe? Or will your haunt me there too? Will it be nothing new? Night terrors and sweat, Dripping wet, I fret, “Please take me from this place.” I am a disgrace. Shrink. Hide. Disappear. Weak little *****. A little more material if you like 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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