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just like the jagged dagger

Member since 2002 · Posted 9 Jul 2002 · 6 comments

Just like the jagged dagger ripping through the air beneath my shallow bends. cutting my feet till i turn black & blue, i cry out for help. but no one can hear me. I shout for hours and hours till i cannot speak no more. i ask myself will i live agin. or will i be dead for ever. dead like the black sea swallowing me whole. I am just like the jagged dagger sliceing my life away. are we all just like daggers or is it just me cutting the meat till there is no more to cut.are we all just meat for my jagged dagger to stab into deeper and deeper.no one knows .but one day soon we shall know the truth.cause the truth is barried under layers of pain and sorrow of depression that hurt's so bad we kill everything around us untill we kill ourselves.then we shall be alive alive once again. Victoria Shanelle

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[4] nentwined 9-Jul-02/3:07 AM Reply

"cannot speak no more" do you mean "can speak no more/cannot speak any more"? sliceing -> slicing. barried -> buried. hurt's shouldn't have an apostrophe. apostrophes replace letters. (and until has one l).

I'm having trouble getting what you're saying; I keep getting hung up on little confusions: "beneath my shallow bends" -- what are your bends? shallow? why does cutting your feet bruise you? wouldn't it bleed you instead? red? The comparison to the dagger is vague... if you're the dagger, then aren't you using yourself to use yourself to use yourself to use yourself against yourself?

I can remember being 14 in texas. (port arthur) I don't really want to. :)

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Jul-02/4:06 AM Reply

You know, I read this poeme and thought: I am also just like the jagged dagger "sliceing" my life away.

[n/a] razorgrin 11-Jul-02/6:00 AM Reply

when you are cut, you turn red, not black and blue.

[5] forestchild7 19-Jul-02/6:30 PM Reply

good ideas and descriptions.. work on spelling and grammar...

[0] horus8 30-Aug-02/1:31 PM Reply

well victoria..aren't we the self mutilating raymond cunnigham pagan! could it be....mmmmmmmm. SATAn!!! you're forgiving , now please DIE. thankyou you for being so understanding..now arsenic toe nail the vagina. good day.

[0] horus8 12-Dec-02/12:44 PM Reply

the angels must die whether they are angels of fit or fate...lit or lite. they must BURN!!r