release me
i see you there…
do you notice me?
i sit at watch…
unfaltering eyes follow you
tracing your every move
do you notice me?
i fidget silently
in the corner
head down
but eyes stealthily on you
waiting…
wondering…
do you notice me?
silent Hell…
sweet torture
release me…
i want to cry
but don’t have the tears
i want to scream
but don’t have the voice
i want to reach out
but don’t have the strength
i want to beg
but pride refuses to allow me
i wait for you…
to release me
from my silent suffering
shadowz 2003
















Comments
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
"i want to cry
but don’t have the tears
i want to scream
but don’t have the voice
i want to reach out
but don’t have the strength
i want to beg
but pride refuses to allow me0"
and i noticed the word "stealthily" ... hehehe this poem rocks. +fav'
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style is non-existant.
-Shade
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*stomp stomp stomp*
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I am me...nothing more, nothing less...
member of ~distortedbeauty * ~erotic-ink * ~DemonZelda * ~GothicFashion * ~bondage-obsessed * ~poseraddicts * *Apophysis * =onewordphoto
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I am me...nothing more, nothing less...
member of ~distortedbeauty * ~erotic-ink * ~DemonZelda * ~GothicFashion * ~bondage-obsessed * ~poseraddicts * *Apophysis * =onewordphoto
~k
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I am me...nothing more, nothing less...
member of ~distortedbeauty * ~erotic-ink * ~DemonZelda * ~GothicFashion * ~bondage-obsessed * ~poseraddicts * *Apophysis * =onewordphoto
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
--
I am me...nothing more, nothing less...
member of ~distortedbeauty * ~erotic-ink * ~DemonZelda * ~GothicFashion * ~bondage-obsessed * ~poseraddicts * *Apophysis * =onewordphoto
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
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