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Bleach Eater

Poetry By: SkarlettStone
Horror


My dream last night


Submitted:Feb 23, 2008    Reads: 114    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Open the Sterile untouched object                                                                                                                                                              

Meant solely to terminate my thoughts that are dazed.                                                                                                                     

The pills forced into me                                                                                                                                                                                

Chemically change me                                                                                                                                                                                

I can't move                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Left only to feel                                                                                                                                                                                               

It’s charging                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Electrifying                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Pulsing in my temples                                                                                                                                                                               

More than lethal                                                                                                                                                                                           

Now starts the convulsions                                                                                                                                                                         

Self defense means nothing                                                                                                                                                                       

They were paid to look the other way                                                                                                                                                         

Gazing through the bullet proof glass                                                                                                                                                     

I die for the one who loves me                                                                                                                                                                    

He sees my pain                                                                                                                                                                                           

And weeps for me                                                                                                                                                                                         

But what can I do?                                                                                                                                                                                        

My mouth can’t move                                                                                                                                                                                   

And all I want                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Is to say I love you.                                                                                                                                                                                         

Bleach Eater                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Lethal Injection                                                                                                                                                                                            

In my coffin                                                                                                                                                                                                      

I burn for my Sin                                                                                                                                                                                             

I killed him                                                                                                                                                                                                      

And lied                                                                                                                                                                                                           

All to protect you                                                                                                                                                                                            

From the pain of dieing                                                                                                                                                                                

I can't move                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Or speak                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Or breathe                                                                                                                                                                                                       

This is hell                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Personally.                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

 





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