poemranker ::Hate by Dead Poet

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Free verse № 44950

Hate

Member since 2003 · Posted 21 Mar 2003 · 0 comments

Like a piece of meat they threw me to the rabid dogs with no hysterical applause. With broken glass sticking in my wrist i've drained all my serpants blood into the rusted starved glass. My eyes are full of sorrow waiting to be rapped and having you having my pride displaced. My body leaking of deadly body fluids seeping into your brain, the disfunction that drives you insane. The pain that you give to me. Bribs me to the brink of my every ending suicide.

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