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Knock Knock

Poetry By: krptdnacnce
Poetry


nalackout, dimensia, fear, its anout being mad enough to kill someone and wakeing up thinking that yoo did


Submitted:Sep 9, 2007    Reads: 89    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Forgive me if I sound traumatized and a bit confuzed at the tyme....

There is someone knocking at the door...

Do I answer it?? Or

Should I take my shower first...

I CANT SEE,

VISION IS NOT CLEAR AT ALL

I CANT FOCUS

I cant remove the baby oil like film that prevents me from seeing...

Vaguely...

HE CAME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,

HE WAS ANGRY AND MEAN,

BREAKING THINGS

SMASHING MIRRORS ...

REFLECTIONS TWISTED IN THEIR ANGUISH...

ACCUSING BLAMING

NAME CALLING

RIDICULOUS TAUNTS

ALMOST LIKE HALUCINATIONS

Enough Insanity!!

the craziness, the haziness...

I am getting angry

Sooooo mad I could spit,

And I do...

Mad enough to claw his eyes out

And I did...

THIS IS GONNA STOP RIGHT NOW!!

SCREAMING-

Stop It!!!! I hate you!!

Stop this right now!!

I fucking hate you-

This cannot continue like this

I cant go on like this...

DREAMING-

Silence

Black

Merciful sleep

Erase the traces of implications, failures and inevitable demise...

I JUST WOKE UP

HE SAID HE WAS GONNA HILL HIMSELF

SO WAS I AT THAT MOMENT

...BUT IN THIS MOMENT...

WHAT HAVE I DONE??

WHOS BLOOD IS THIS ON MY SHIRT??,

Im quite sure it isn't myne

MY NAILS ARE BROKEN

SO WAS AND STYLL IS MY HEART...

Blood is everywhere

Do broken hearts truly bleed??

Ours will no more...

I must jump into the shower

...before I answer the door





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