Basement PrisonerA Poem by Mercury Mirrorsidk wtf this is XD another Don-poem & the creature is me, tortured & left to rot. I could go on with this one but I wants to make ya wonder :P. Did I get let gooo? Not even I know bc I havent been set free in rl yet! Enjoy.
In this dark basement dwells the saddest of souls.
A mass of twisted limbs, & eyes as two black holes.
Blood caked & coated, still flowing from old scars.
Bullet wounds scattered ‘cross white skin like stars.
Huddled in a ball, facing the wall, it shudders & quakes.
Spikes protrude from it, it’s organs are pierced by stakes.
This creature is me, left here to die by those I trusted.
He left me here so he could have the one he lusted.
Can you see what he did to me? Look at these bloody hands.
Look on the shriveled skin in patches from white-hot brands.
Can you help me? Will you let me have my sweet revenge?
Surely crimes this heinous & cruel cannot go unavenged.
So unbind these chains that have grown into my skin.
Let me wash away this filth & grime in a blood-bath of Sin.
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Added on August 11, 2008Last Updated on August 11, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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