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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Fa-Q

Fa-Q

A Poem by Cherub Apathy

You speak your piles of s**t
You lure sedative break-waves
You change the manors that have
Fucked away their tear stains

And they die there
With their thoughts slit wide open
The stolen sanctity
Ripped out with all your pushing
Sucked the life out
Within them periling
Pissed on their halo's
And burned down their angel wings

Concentrated blows
Ripping the lines of skin
Suggestive feel strokes
The only way that you can feel
Sadistic torment
Fun for you in every way...
May Someone Please Take A Shovel Sideways To Your Face!!

Broken Dolls and Shattered Minds
Tortured Souls and Deadened Eyes
You stole their shine
You left them cold
Dead to life and all alone

Broken bags the shuttering daze
Rip off your tool and throw away
Decaying dreams and nailed with glass
The sickening thought of this pathetic grasp

They'll wait for you on the other plane
To give you back all your pain
They'll lay you out and bind you up
Cut out your soul and chop it up
Drive their hate into your eyes
Dig them out and cartyrize
Slit your throat and watch it sag
And this still wont kill the pain they have...

© 2008 Cherub Apathy


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Yea, I concur with that ripping off bit and so much more. Damn fine write for such a f***ed-up situation. Brilliant! Going in favorites to never be forgotten.

Posted 16 Years Ago


WOW! staright forward and to the point, like the energy in this, very well written.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on June 7, 2008

Author

Cherub Apathy
Cherub Apathy

belleville, IL



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A Poem by Cherub Apathy