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04-25-2003, 05:33 PM
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Paladin of the Palate
Location: Redneckville, NC
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Reflections of Soul
When I look into the mirror, what do I see?
Have I seen this person before in my life? Who is this person looking back at me? In his steady, small hand he holds a knife… Do I really want to slice myself tonight? This is not for real, only a cry for help I should save myself like a shining plate knight I feel down, lower than dirt, a bottom dwelling whelp I can’t stand looking at my own reflection Holding the knife, cutting deep into my own cheekbone No sound, No response, No shout, No reaction Cutting the other cheek, I want it gone, ALL GONE! There is no need for a face as horrible as mine A mangled face, a blood hand, a skinny body I cut the ties to my mind like frayed twine My mind is fucked, death by mental sodomy I stand before bathed in my own sweet, red blood Reborn by the loss of blood like a virgin’s first night Or am I dead like a newborn babe bathed in blood I see only darkness around me; never will I see the light The blood I spill stains the pristine white porcelain sink My own self-inflicted death means nothing to me anymore Drowning in a pool of my own blood, deeper I sink Can I live? The thought passes by me as my hand drops from the door….
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04-25-2003, 05:39 PM
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Paladin of the Palate
Location: Redneckville, NC
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Dark Heart Of Winter
<P>I wrote this while living in Boone, NC and waiting on the college bus to come pick my frozen ass up.
Into the dark heart of winter I roam Huge white flakes fall slowly around me It’s so cold walking in this white foam No sunlight shinning down I can see My boots crunch down on the packed snow I walk to class, wishing I was home Living in the cold and Ice just plan blows All feeling in my frozen fingers is gone I wrap my coat around me like plate mail To protect my body from the frozen winds Heard the phrase, but it can’t be this cold in hell My sore legs feel full of needles and pins When will the crapple-cart arrive today? The cold fingers of winter clime my thighs Freezing my ass off, can’t wait for sunny may Only thing that makes this cold bearable is being high Cold, Cold, Frozen in this place Bus Arrives, jumping on with due haste
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