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I remember that you and I loved each other once,
But oh, that fateful day… I've cried forever since.
You wounded me with a stab mortally deep,
And yet, I will love you, even in eternal sleep.
The gaping wound you left has failed to heal;
It plagues me with a pain I'll never cease to feel.
But I remember the green days of warmth and sun,
And am reminded that my love will ne'er be done.
Even in the deepest, darkest shadows of the night,
I will remember you as a white shining knight.
With that memory of you, my hope will restore,
And a bright faith will renew my love forevermore.
But even though you're my white knight no more,
And have turned black by opening that fatal door,
Even when your clothes have been soaked in blood,
I can see your true face, now buried 'neath evil's flood.
So when the last crimson tears have been cried
And the many innocent souls you "freed" have sighed;
When 666 shades of red are all that color the dawn,
Even then will my undying love live on and on and on.
You don't know what I go through every single day,
Watching your infamy grow amongst the criminal array.
To them, you're a feared killer; to yourself, a last judge;
But to me you are a lost lover, one with a terrible grudge.
You see your actions as inflicting righteous punishment,
But I see the real evil, tearing you apart, rent by rent.
It cages your reason and slices holes in your sanity,
Forcing me to seek what I loved in you: your humanity.
As time slips away, unnoticed by my waiting heart,
Fear, despair and grief begin again to tear me apart,
Eating away at the faith and hope I kept alive for you.
So instead, I'll love who you were before you said, "Adieu."
I wish I could dream away this suffering and pain,
But without the torture, I know I wouldn't be sane;
I wish I could go to sleep and escape this terrible hurt,
But the pain tells me it WAS real, every blush and flirt.
Maybe someday you'll stop, recognize and repent;
Maybe you'll realize what you've become with torment;
Maybe you'll return to me, more in love than before.
But until then, know that I'll always love you at my very core.
But oh, that fateful day… I've cried forever since.
You wounded me with a stab mortally deep,
And yet, I will love you, even in eternal sleep.
The gaping wound you left has failed to heal;
It plagues me with a pain I'll never cease to feel.
But I remember the green days of warmth and sun,
And am reminded that my love will ne'er be done.
Even in the deepest, darkest shadows of the night,
I will remember you as a white shining knight.
With that memory of you, my hope will restore,
And a bright faith will renew my love forevermore.
But even though you're my white knight no more,
And have turned black by opening that fatal door,
Even when your clothes have been soaked in blood,
I can see your true face, now buried 'neath evil's flood.
So when the last crimson tears have been cried
And the many innocent souls you "freed" have sighed;
When 666 shades of red are all that color the dawn,
Even then will my undying love live on and on and on.
You don't know what I go through every single day,
Watching your infamy grow amongst the criminal array.
To them, you're a feared killer; to yourself, a last judge;
But to me you are a lost lover, one with a terrible grudge.
You see your actions as inflicting righteous punishment,
But I see the real evil, tearing you apart, rent by rent.
It cages your reason and slices holes in your sanity,
Forcing me to seek what I loved in you: your humanity.
As time slips away, unnoticed by my waiting heart,
Fear, despair and grief begin again to tear me apart,
Eating away at the faith and hope I kept alive for you.
So instead, I'll love who you were before you said, "Adieu."
I wish I could dream away this suffering and pain,
But without the torture, I know I wouldn't be sane;
I wish I could go to sleep and escape this terrible hurt,
But the pain tells me it WAS real, every blush and flirt.
Maybe someday you'll stop, recognize and repent;
Maybe you'll realize what you've become with torment;
Maybe you'll return to me, more in love than before.
But until then, know that I'll always love you at my very core.
Literature
Captive Chase
Ally tried her best to walk through the seemingly abandoned mobile home park. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and rope pinned her arms above and below her breasts. She was shackled at her ankles with a chain providing very limited movement. A ball gag had been shoved between her lips and a piece of duct tape had been placed over the ball. To add insult to injury, she knew there was a tiny padlock, keeping the gag straps in place. Moments ago when she emerged from an empty mobile home, she saw writing all over the walls. FIND THE WAY OUT BEFORE I CATCH YOU. That made Ally shudder. She had an idea who kidnapped her and forced her into this sick game. The Day Before: Ally arrived at the Antietam battlefield for her traveling website that she worked for. She was a photographer. She went around and took photos of the monuments. She stopped by the statue of Colonel Joseph Clarence Bouchard, the plaque read he died valiantly in battle. As she took photos, a large bald man walked up. He spoke with a southern accent, "you into Confederate monuments?" Ally replied, "Oh, I am taking photos for my job. Personally, I never understood why we have monuments for losers. Even Lee said they shouldn't have monuments. Well, I gotta get going. I need to be in Harper's Ferry soon!" The man watched her leave in anger. Cletus Bouchard did not appreciate her response by the monument of his great great great grandfather. He got into his van and followed the beautiful dark haired brunette to her rental car. He stopped right behind her parked car. She got out to tell him to move his van. Instead, he shoved a chloroform soaked rag over her face and rendered her unconscious. Ally could see an airport through the chain link fence and she mmmphed as loud as she could. But the planes taking off and landing were too loud. She turned back and saw THIS WAY OUT written on a mobile home. Part of her wondered if Cletus had a trap set up or if she really could find the exit from the mobile home park. As she walked by that particular mobile home, she saw Cletus. He wore a sinister mark and a hate group T-shirt. He carried a plastic milk crate, upside down, with a digital camcorder. All Ally could do was keep walking as best she could, only she knew Cletus could easily follow her around now. She could see the exit a block away and she wanted to run so bad but she knew she would trip if she tried. Thats when Cletus spun her around, "did you really think you would escape me? God, you are a beautiful woman. No tattoos. No belly button piercings. Just perfect. Except for that attitude. We gotta change that. Then you can be Mrs. Bouchard!" Ally mmmphed to that thought. "Time to take you to your new home!" As he hoisted the bound brunette over his shoulder and he squeezed his new bridge in bondage hard before carrying her off. All Allg could do was flail her chained legs to no avail and whimper into her gag. He carried her back to the final mobile home and closed the door.
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Quarantine Quadrupling 7: The Big Fat Finish
He squeezed himself behind the counter, prepared for the day, and fantasized about escape. “What’re you smiling about, Hoggy?” Riley’s scowl filled the order window like a malicious moon. “Just happy to be working another day with you,” he said. She drummed her fingers in annoyance on the steel prep table. “Shirt’s looking tight. You’re gonna have to order a new one, Hoggy. We have a strict policy on employee’s exposing cleavage.” He wrapped his arms across his chest and ground his molars. “That’s one infraction you’ll never be written up for.” The day carried on in what passed for normal in the Artery Attacker. Droving herds of bipedal bovine lumbered in, jostled amongst themselves to squeeze between the metal guide bars for the que, and ordered obscene stockpiles of food. Riley found time to squeeze her quips in between orders, and Henry waited for the precise moment to present itself. It came in the form of a middle-aged woman who looked primed to seek damages
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I wrote a song version of this poem (which i will post shortly), but i must say, I like this version a lot better^^
Interpret it however you want...I was thinking of several different people when I wrote it, so it's pretty open for your personal interpretation Enjoy!
Interpret it however you want...I was thinking of several different people when I wrote it, so it's pretty open for your personal interpretation Enjoy!
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Theres so much emotion in it and I don't know what I can say to impress how much I like it!