just some twisted torture
that is this unuasual feeling
some welcomed curse
so graciously cast upon me
conclusion that runs from me
leaves me empty
yet so right in front of me
bless'ed curse
complete this
wich you've started
give me that wich makes me whole
grant me this wich gives controle
grant me this what is real
grant me this so i can feel
so long you've left me in this hole
taunted with answers held in front of me
hate for this burns inside me
close enough to touch
never allowed to feel
that wich is the only real
from this emptyness
where you cast me
self mutilating and lonely
answers to make me holy
waitting for this answer to hold me
what ever faith in hope
has long decayed
wanna watch me lying here slowly rotting?
seems as if i was forgotten
12-2000
Reason for writing:
: i have this need for woman much older than myself...seeing as i'm only 17...i've found it nearly impossible to obtain any type of relationship with an older woman...so thats the curse...and she's the answer.."that which makes me whole...that wich is real...grant me this so i can feel"
Birth sign: Pisces
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