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My Vodoo Doll
By darkness_descends
My little voodoo doll
Poke and slice
Prod with a knife
One cut in the chest
Or where the pain would serve best
Before one cut is finished
Another is planned
Where the knife is placed
I feel the pain
So many cuts
Room is running low
Torturing my little doll
Taking out all my pain
On this meaningless little object
I see the scars
That reflect bad days passed
Blood stains long since dried
A thing with no inside
Whatever once was
Long ago bled out
Putting down the knife
I catch a glimpse in a mirror
And see
The blood is flowing
The scars are real
I am my doll
And my voodoo doll is me.
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Copyright 2003 darkness_descends
Published on Sunday, June 15, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "My Vodoo Doll"
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A former member wrote:
very nice little twist. Didn't see that one comming.cool.
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A former member wrote:
i love the twist
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On Monday, April 26, 2004, murder_in_clubland
(384)
wrote:
wow...i am my own voodoo doll too....~ss
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A former member wrote:
I love the twists it was awesome!
LEAH
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A former member wrote:
i loved the way u ended this one...like they said....i can feel it...that was fucking out of here....great
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On Monday, June 16, 2003, Six-Out
(1423) wrote:
I agree with Vamp. I felt this one. The ending just made it great. Bravo, Karl, bravo. Post more!
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On Monday, June 16, 2003, manywalks
(747) wrote:
Have to agree with both of them, wonderful read, well crafted. ~ mw
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