Poem 01

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By Home-made Snuff Movie

with poison coated fingers you picked up my flesh, and devoured it peice by peice in the end i am nothing a ghost in the shell, rendered both powerless and weak with poison coated fingers you took up my soul, consuming one bit at a time, and all i can hope, here in this veign of Hell, is your existance is as futile as mine.

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December 19, 2006 05:07User

Well..I am somewhat drawn to your poems..short yet it speaks a lot..