Sin Into Tragedy, Tragedy Into Bliss

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peas lover. King For A Couple Of Days Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 3502	September 18th, 2006 at 04:56pm Sin Into Tragedy, Tragedy Into Bliss Take it from someone who dreams of sins And writes about tragedies- every nightmare is real. Real are the horror and the pain you feel Every time your biggest fear wins... And now... Without further redue... I give you... A drama of life, tragedy and sins. Just to warn you- Even though in the end she breaks away, The darkness in her wins. The lead actors in this grotesque, With their masks on, the make up black and running, Their lives will try to infect you like a deadly plague, But only one of them should be feared. He lurks behind the sanity- vile and cunning. The leading role in this sinful tragedy Belongs to little Miss Demure, One night, at midninght, in her little room, she was stripped of her virginity, He called her damaged goods- never again untainted and pure. Now, onto her father, a wealthy man, considered wise, but is in fact insane, With a strange habit of paying midnight visits to his daughter's room. He's having a blast every night at midinght, causing suicidal shame and inflicting burning pain. Leading her by her hand into the doom. And not to forget the mother, why doesn't she care? Deaf and cowardly blind to her young daughter's tears. The madman frightens her, she doesn't dare To raise her voice and chase away the little one's fears. I must mention the son who strangely disappeared, The only one who knew the truth is wasting away in the dirt. Fallen from his hand, the first casualty of his dysfunctional mirth. For the sake of vengeance, in the crucial moment the mysteriously gone son reappeared, Revealing his father's crimes, screaming the truth from the vomb of the Earth. Oh, but how the madman laughed at the truth and at the blood-stained, tangled sheets, Grinning at the crying eyes. The mother still lives in fear but her Fate she meets, Falling as another casualty of his deadly lies. He rages around! While she shivers in her corner, naked and scarred. Her mother lays still, Her horrified figure lays forever silent- black and charred. The grand finale! All that's left- the hunter and the prey, A little scared girl and the insane. One wish to break away, Locked in the cage of disdain. The last scene of our tragic affair, She sits in the bloodbath, rocking back and forth, clutching at the knife. Her eyes meet the day when she finally broke away, His death brought her back to life.
[Your Best Mistake] Idiot Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 551	September 19th, 2006 at 12:48pm I like it. It's macarbre....But I still really like it.
peas lover. King For A Couple Of Days Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 3502	September 19th, 2006 at 02:26pm Thanks...That's what I aimed for.
peas lover. King For A Couple Of Days Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 3502	September 20th, 2006 at 03:36am Thanks. xD

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