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by The Bi Dude May 26, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
If we all go down together These sheets are hot red death You told me It wasent going to get any easier It all stops here The screaming the laughter The babies are all dead Thanks to you, I have nothing left, to say My luck has run out With you to Mexico Try to escape in the desert sun No matter how far you run I will always find you Cowering in fear Somethingâ??s never change Not what I wanted to hear These curses carry no weight after repeated use Our children have come accustomed, to the abuse That their peers force fed them Killing them with each word The screams fade into whispers Barley audible, above the sound of the crashing waves Their screams not heard Daddy wont come to the rescue any more Heâ??s found his love At the bottom of the pile Sold you soul, for a little dollar Keeps you going, for a while The blade is cold Smooth like your face One day we will tell them the truth We will break down their walls Violently pull the rug out From their little feet Leave them dangling No one to grab hold of