[untitled]A Poem by MortickaTo scream, would mean to free my soul. To tell you of your crime against us, would be to release a burden. To stand upon a point above all others, would mean I was in a proper place to scream. Just remember, this show is for you. Your vanity witholds my turmoil, I pray you are proud tonight. Satisfied to be intoxicated by materialism. Goodnight, no 'I love you's to be mentioned. © 2009 Morticka |
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