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Time:07:55 am
Here we go again...
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Time:03:19 pm
My angel sleeps
Mine
A gift from the Lord
Radiant beauty

My angel sleeps
Softly
Looking through glass isn't good enough
She needs me

My angels sleeps
Soundly
Locks cannot keep us apart
She smells like stardust

My angel sleeps
Eternally
I will join her in heaven
Forever in love
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Time:05:25 pm
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I really wish this was updated more often.

I want people to share!!! Come on guys.
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Subject::: Another ::
Time:01:54 am
Current Mood:tiredtired
Euthenasia

There was so much love in that room.
I look back and smile-
she was so beautiful.

Even though she is no longer with me,
I know that she is with me always.
I dream of her.

I remember the first time we lay together-
she was a bit scared to I tied her to the bed,
just so that she would feel secure.

She was loud, she must have liked it.
But a little too loud, so I gagged her,
Just so the neighbours wouldn't complain.

Someone must have told her something bad about me,
she hit me and ran away when I untied her.
I know she didn't mean it though, we were in love.

I followed her to try to reason with her.
She fought me hysterically and wouldn't listen,
Just screamed.

She was out of her mind so I did the humane thing.
I put her out of her misery,
and gave her a service in my backyard.

I know what you're all thinking,
That it's illegal.
But I believe in euthenasia.
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Subject::: First Post.... Ever! ::
Time:01:23 am
Current Mood:geeky
I have a raging boner for kidnappings, obsessions, stalkers and all that good stuff. Here's a poem/story I wrote-



Love

I can't remember.
I really can't.

No, I can't remember her red boots
and red hair.
Her black dress- that was her way
of letting me know she wanted me.
Not that I remember.

I don't remember following her
down that dirty street,
she was too good for that filth.
Not that I remember.

I forget that she lay in my car.
It took some persuading,
but blood and rope suited her anyway.
Not that I remember.

And if I took her to my basement,
locked her away from the dirty world,
and wrote her love poems every day
(not that I had to- she knew I cared),
I don't remember doing it, officer.

And I certainly don't remember
where I left her to sleep.
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