AboutI live in the Marketplace, hunting good prices
Gold and Gaia cash, my killing devices
I'll probably contact you with my commenting powers
Although it might take a couple of hours.
I don't PM ppl..ppl PM me
because i don't want to be a bother (usually)
Pinball's my life and Fishing's headache
If I get mad..please run for a medic........
yeah.....that's all folks....for now
This a poem I wrote when I was depressed over boy troubles...
My existence, the very essence of me: cloudy, dark, foreboding and above all lost.
Is it all right for me to be depressed, to feel as if my heart is gone leaving a gaping hole of sorrow and despair.
the pain of not knowing, feeling as you had plunged your claws into my chest, your fingers groping then clenching my heart. I was choking and you prolonged my suffering. I was dying and you reveled in my agony. Chunks of flesh, and scarlet liquid splattering everywhere on everything- your face, your clothes…me. I think you licked your lips and tasting me on them, you smiled a cruel smile-
If only. That would have been easier to deal with. The pain would have faded, my soul would have gracefully ascended pausing only to look on you in gratitude for ending me quickly and your beautiful face would have been the last thing I saw.
Instead you left me undecided, feeling raw and dangerous. Because of you I have lost what I used to be. I’m still waiting to be discovered.
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