Playground Hounds

By Wiccad

 On the playgrounds of hell
They hear me yell
Lies once told I now can tell

Lying there beaten and battered
This child never mattered
My heart and soul lay scattered

They swore to protect me
But most neglected me
Blind to the beatings put upon me

Hiding in the bushes
Squatting low and making wishes
Quiet now or they may hear......

Fifteen minutes on hells playground
A lifetime of nightmare hounds
Chasing me, bashing me, smashing me

Ripping and pulling the fabric of my soul
Sinking their canines through to bone
Always running, always alone

Burn in hell worthless beings
Blessed be all of your beatings
And fuck you and your feelings

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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
Published on Thursday, February 11, 2010.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: i liked this one...very dark and haha bet it will scare the jezuses outta little kid.. xD well keep up the good writes

  • Malcholm Dark On Thursday, February 11, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806)By person wrote:

    wow, dark, passionate and full of fear. I loved it. thanks.

  • A former member wrote: i love the last 3 lines! Keep it up!

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