what i wrote, is not an anecdote. to cure my hates, or open the gates. 

but follow me into the sun, and i will bleed your poison dry. :)

something i wrote,



ripping me apart.

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ive been torn apart.

into peices.

thrown to the beast

tearing at my limbs,

ripping me apart.

but im still alive.

but how am i supposed to live.

all youve done to me

ive turned back to see.

and i know this cannot be.



i love you, i hate you, i wish you were dead.

and i take back all those nasty things ive said.

but you dont seem to give a shit.

and you dont seem to care one bit!

what am i supposed to do?

whats happened, ive become the fool.



been used, abused,

i was a bomb thats got defused.

like running into the mist.

not knowing what was there.

i took it once and again.

what you gave with your fist.

can i throw away the past?

i know it wont last.

it will come back to haunt me.

the beast will be back.

tearing at my limbs,

ripping me apart.



it had to be done.

sirens and red lights.

i couldnt let it continue

bound with metal and taken away.

it was all so fast.

i had killed the past.

and they say im the beast.

i wont be ripped at least.

its better this way.

what have i done!

what have i done.

what have i done....