These demons eat me from the inside out just like the mother ****ers that raped me chill out on a bottle of ativans to sedate me but i can still feel every ounce of hatred the drugs can break my concentration but i still feel the penetration man im havin sick nightmares, im day dreamin im the one with the gun and everyone is screamin now im overboard like a seaman left alone to face my demons theres fire in my eyes that burn a river down my spine my whole self is consumed in a flame burning out everything with everyone to blame theres ice in my heart running through my veins i guess you can call me illegally insane something is ripping right through my brain sick thoughts of how to end a life when i walk around carrying this knife maybe i should use this ice pick shots to the heart for these pricks they say im a sick bitch cause wen they get at me i dont flinch but they dont know the half how ill have the last laugh after i bury you alive and spit on the dirt i cant forgive you when i picture you ripping my pants and my shirt for drugging me up just to force your way in your screaming now, but i cant hear what your saying still remember every guy there smiling as they each took a turn until i blow your house up, and its your turn to burn i tried to push back but i was paralyzed that was then and this is now, when i run up on you in disguise three shots to the face, and one to the heart just in case i have nothing left to fear theres no words i wanna hear when im cuttin 'em open with a chainsaw or put on brass knuckles and rock their jaw no one can relate to the visions i saw or the ones im still seeing, the ones where im taking the life of a human being they say anger is a stage but this aint anger, this is rage rage that leaves puncture wounds that'll never heal leaving me to never again feel all the love that escaped me on the night these animals raped me
courage doesnt always roar, sometimes its the small voice in the back of your head telling you to try again tomorrow.
I am so sorry for your pain. I hope the amount of time you feel hate is less and less everyday. Always hate these people that did that to you but find something to love. There are lots of good people out there. They won't understand you pain but they can care. I lost two sons, not many people really understand that pain but they do feel some sadness for my loss. I can't begin to understand what you are going through but I do hope it becomes less and less and that your heart finds the "real you" inside and begins to search for happier things and people you can love.
Edited by - rickwcolorado on 07/15/2009 9:45:24 PM
Well, that certainly paints a, profoundly vengeful picture, of your anger, and from where it stems. Ive heard of people, whom have found some degree of relief, once they vented it out on paper; genuinely, I hope that it did for you. Sincerely, Stay Creative
I have no words for this poem. all I have too say is God help you and help those sick creatures that did this to you.Bless you and keep you writing it helps with everything, i hope.
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