thingdivine (thingdivine) wrote in purpledark,
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familiar poem

~.¸¸.·*´¨`*» battered
it's the rock that i throw that hits your head
it's the scream from my mouth that makes you dread
it's the silence long after that you can't abide
as you batter my soul out of breath from inside
it's your knife that i let mutilate my skin
it's your voice, all your malice rising from within
it's your fingers that find my blood running hot
but your mind is blind with a raging thought
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