Wednesday, 6 June 2007
12:13:20 AM (GMT)
Poem. Geniuses. I hope you liked it, though... It's based on a true story, for alot
Stop by WhiffleChix
You should stop
You should have done all these things
That would matter to me the most
Impale me, will you?
Tear and rage and shift and push
At school, you're some God
But I really know you. You, in the bedroom.
Little voices creep my mind like a snowflake on a field of grass.
Each one of them say "Stop"
They say one reveals their true nature during 'bedroom time',
As you used to say.
So, did you really want to hurt me?
I'm just a tiny porcelain doll
No voice, no words.
A doll with blue-pale skin.
Scared to death. Can hardly breathe.
You take it ever so slowly in your rough, calloused hands.
You push your thumbs through the eye sockets and rip the silky dress off,
You knuckle it hard enough so the glass falls within itself at the very cheek bone.
Pull the hair- too bad, it's weaved on.
Drop it on the ground.
You should stop at this point.
You took me by surprise, now I'm more alert.
Now I cower from your tall being.
Knees like gelatin and body vibrating with pure fear.
And the voices still moan in my ears like an ache.
... >_> Don't look at me like that. Just comment, please. It would mean so much, you
wouldn't believe it... Trust me...