! ! One'S DeatH BringS LIFE !

This viciously immolated prey, of a Soul, Flutters thru Your thickened Universe Dripping floods of sacrificial belated Tears into Your SelfSatisfied World. Ever seeking out, in desperation, Her Inadequate necessities for participation in Vitality. Then You stomp Her down Below Your own scummy pit. A wanderer of plenty, striving to catch Utter glimpses of the very essence that Brought about fourteen individual, ever so, Despondent forms of enduring Lives. Forms That will frigidly frighten Your "All Too Normal Day" as they severely Cause BlooDieD havoc upon the scarred skin's Surface owned by an abused, worned down Disfigurement of such the sole surviving Host. A SpiritedNess anguishly mourning that Child She never was able to be, that Child stolen by an inflicted existance, that Child whom Only had decency in an innocence, thru Your Acknowledgement as a desired "Slut", when Her Fate, for some UnKnown reason, brought Her to This World of Your's. You saw Her Fancy as being Your pin-cushion In order to let out Your blinding rages of BloodY ForSakeN PlighT. You CareLessLY stuck Your filth into Her SighT and probed that Ill- Shafted dirt up into Her World. You SicK TwisteD FucK, whom gave such a damn to end Her Actual Life. If there were tears within Her Eyes of a PainFilled Oblivion, NOT you or Any- One could behold them. Not even if You gazed With Strenuous Length. For, this little Soul of One had SpiritSSS of plenty purposely "Sown" right Into Her own LifeForce. So Take Back Your > > > ~> "Dried Bryer Vine"~> Whip, ~> The costumized HangMan's Noose, ~> That FireWood Paddle, ~> All the cruel sex games, ~> Your fingers of relentless grip... ---Around this youngster's neck, ~> Those countless acts of Murder... ---Against a tiny body's innocence, ~> So many malevolent clarities of such... ---Abandonment StraightForeward in that face... ---Of securely enclosed fear, only to exhibit... ---A SenseLess Comatose. !!And KnoW noW ThaT I HavE BeeN thE TruE VictoR oF ThiS aLL! Just think, as You were ForceFully Banging Her 8yr. old BlooD SaoKeD LegS thru Your needs of a DeatH TrappeD FrenZZieD InclinatioN, I was being PurposelY "BORN" OuT oF SheeR HatreD tO CunninglY DeludE YouR AwareNeSSS.... --> For --> Ever --> More ! Mary-EllenMatthews-N-Company/CopyRight2002 ~ } ~ } Spectator's View { ~ { ~ > > Soulzzz "DO" Flutter Within < < Written March 18th, 2002 © on Aug 21 2002 07:35 AM PST   0 • 1