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The blade feels heavy in my hand
A fist closing around the ice cold handle
I look down at you with an even colder glare
Go ahead
I dare you
Speak
Speak the words you wish to speak
The words are out and I react
The blade sliding into your body smoothly
Ah the pleasure it brings
Nearly orgasmic
Your screams fall on deaf ears
Again and again
I pummel your chest with quick stabs
Lifeless as you were, I left you there
Mother Nature and Father Time dance around you
I find you again
Wanting to see the damage I dealt
The stench of death fills my nostrils
Rotting flesh greets me with a welcoming embrace
Sad as it is, I can only laugh
Laughter for what you've done to me
Laughter at what I've done back to you
I turn to leave with laughter upon my lips
The sweet masochistic laughter of payback
- by That Little Cajun Girl |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/12/2009 |
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- Title: Masochistic Laughter
- Artist: That Little Cajun Girl
- Description: A poem written in rage.
- Date: 04/12/2009
- Tags: masochistic laughter
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Comments (4 Comments)
- ll Ped Xing ll - 04/15/2009
- O.o.....holy s**t chick! Is that who I think it's about? cuz that's what it sounds like. Well done considering your normal venue is stories.
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- kannair - 04/13/2009
- but it is good........
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- kannair - 04/13/2009
- wow hu hurt you, it hurts just reading it, wow
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- maleesha - 04/12/2009
- i think this poem speaks of the saying, revenge is best served cold, for that is how u left him.
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