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Written by Nate Stanford   
Sunday, 16 March 2008
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Flesh is my bread and tears are my drink.
This world has made me the way I am.
It has shaped me.

I killed three men today.
Not one deserved to die. But, these things
keep me happy.

It's a wonder I havent been caught yet.
The clues are everywhere. All they need
to do is stop me.

I had everything. Wife. Kids.
They are under my floor boards.
Dead.

My reason has gone away.
My sanity has gone away.
Vanished.

I no longer need sanction to do
what I please. I am a
criminal.

I did it once, yet I can no longer stop.
Just like heroine, which I used to use.
I was clean.

Things unraveled. The roll of paper hasnt
stopped rolling away. And I can't seem
to catch it.

Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford
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Comments (5)
Posted by gsaracen
2008-03-16 20:11:41
that's

got some dark and .... there's this vague rythm and flow going on... some sort of undercurrent of meaning there. Which, ofcourse, is the greatest effect of poetry. The greatest trick of the poet. Make them see more meaning than even you put in!

Good stuff. if a bit psycho!
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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump
2008-03-16 20:39:33
i liked

the last three lines the most, although the message was complete.

write on!
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Posted by Dirkin
2008-03-17 18:03:25
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Woah thats some dark stuff, hopefully not too personaly inspired xD
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Posted by R.E.Potter
2008-03-17 18:15:05
,,,

Simply love the first line of this poem. The rest was very disturbing.
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Posted by nick711
2008-03-17 19:11:03
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dont worry. it wasnt personally inspired. I just like to portray the potential monstrosity of some things. in this case, a person.
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