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The Poison (Free verse) by TheTiredTyrant

The bait, the prey, the mice, debate the method of demise, debate your high, i'll lie beside you, walk you down and lay the beat beneath your bed. Beneath the dead. Debate the method in your head, the chemical misanthropy saving you from blame. I'll stand below you, lift you up, increase the pain.

DaRK__sTaR__55 23-Jul-02/5:14 PM
I personally feel this is a piece of pure brilliance. I cannot see how this can be over-rated in anyway. You feel the anger, the pain and the torment within these words. Beautifully painful.




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