So...this is probably my favorite of the poems I've written. It was written many a year ago, but I think it has the most emotion. Funny how pain can bring out the best in people. Luckily, I got over it. That guy was a dick.

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Painter

After you've been slashed to pieces,
The blood on the wall begins to dry,
Gluing your mouth shut,
But not your eyes.
It's the heart that keeps you alive --
Torn to shreds, but still beating nonetheless.
They forget.
You are but a painting.
A painting with eyes of constant observation
And a hidden, destroyed heart,
Steadily bleeding with every passing moment.
A painting.
A painting comprised of your own flesh and bones,
Your own mind and heart,
Your own soul.
Eternally trapped in the horrific scene
Created by its painter,
Rendered helpless, but not thoughtless.
Not emotionless.
Not numb.
Invisible to the painter,
Evicted from his mind.
The eyes shall ever follow.
The heart shall forever bleed.
All for him.
You cannot utter a word.
He will never know.
He has forgotten.

Please, for the love of god, just fucking shoot yourself.

I think I'll settle for cutting your dick off and shoving it into your duodenum. :o

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Registrations need to be closed, now.

Yes, yes! Before there's fifty more retarded little Zelenias running amok!

Sucks for you that you're still stuck with the original either way, though, huh?

It's okay. It'll all be okay. *pat pat* You'll make it through this. Be strong, Rocko, be strong.

(Edit: Also, that picture in response to my comment...it makes me lawl. *thumbs up*)

I http://img.vidaextra.com/2008/01/saw-2-jigsaw.jpg what you did thar!!

http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/cultureshock/flashpoints/theater/images/clockwork_big.jpg

Wotwot in the whom did I do that to?

http://www.jjuriaan.com/chasseriau_macbeth.jpg In the whom??

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn-q4dakss0

Neigh, foul demon!